Under the Moon
Outside the orphanage heat blasted like a furnace, robbing Dennis Merrill of a decent breath. He huffed, clutching his chest. Traffic blared by in an abrasive roar. The city bleated and scurried and soured his nose. He headed to Central Park to claim a bush to camp under, but the broken-down men beaten by the hardness of life chased him off. Dennis tried Penn Station then Grand Central and could find no peace. Dizzy and queasy and aching all over, he leaned against a tiled wall. Near the ticket booths he slumped, shivering with clammy cold.
A man tending the trashcans eyed him and took pity. “Go west, kid. Get outta dis hellhole. You can work on farms or crap jobs like dis. Get a little cash. Go to school.” Bright-eyed and kind, the man smiled. “You got money?”
Ignorant but not stupid, Dennis didn’t answer. Saying anything could get him robbed or worse.
“Greyhound has a special. Anywhere in da US for forty-nine dollars. Pick a place. Get on a bus ‘n get da hell out.” The man handed Dennis fifty dollars then added another twenty. “For food. Find people like me doin’ da hard work. The good, decent folks. They tell you where to find hire.”
“Thanks.” Fifty bucks to anywhere was the kind of break Dennis needed.
The man held out a business card. “Someday, let me know how you made out, kid.” Off he went, from one trashcan to the next, then he disappeared into the bustling crowd.
Dennis pocketed the card and fumbled his way out of the smelly underground to the bus station. The usual complaints turned his stomach and gimped his gait, but inside the bus depot the aches eased up a little.
To the side of the ticket windows stood racks filled with colorful brochures. The pictures tempted Dennis as much as moonlight. He grabbed one after another awed by the beautiful scenes. He couldn’t decide. With his eyes closed, he shuffled the destinations between his fists then picked one. Portland, Oregon. Dennis didn’t know much about Oregon. He’d never been out of the big city, but the idea of seeing the Pacific Ocean calmed his stomach and his fever broke; so it had to be a good choice.
Will Portland be a good choice? Find out next Friday.
Taking Time by Ellie Garratt
Science fiction stories of time and space…
The future of humanity must be decided in Next Phase. Winning the Planetary Lottery is not as lucky as it first seems in Schrodinger’s Gamble. An apocalypse and its aftermath threaten to tear one couple apart in Daiker’s Children. In Life As I Know It a reclusive man finds both his heart and home invaded during an alien harvest. In Taking Time a demon seeking shelter on a distant planet finds himself facing a very different kind of demon, after answering a frontier settlement’s plea for help.
Stories range from flash fiction to novelette in length. Publication date: 15th July 2013
You can find Ellie Garratt at
Celebrating the Small Things
Every Friday, Vicklit of Scribblings of an Aspiring Author hosts the celebrate the small things blog hop.
On Tuesday I celebrated an anniversary with Husband Unit. 19 years. Thank you, sweetie, for enabling my writing addiction and supporting it 100%
Saw Man of Steel this week in 3D. Henry Cavill looks awesome in 3D. The movie was good, too. Very fun. I liked how they updated Lois Lane.
Heard back from the Writers of the Future contest. I didn’t win, but received an honorable mention. So, I get a certificate and Patchworker 2.0 will be listed along with my name on their website. I’m now free to submit it elsewhere. So I will.
Made progress on both novels this week. My primary emphasis is Backworlds #4. Husband Unit found this Engage Your Brain tea by Allegro at Whole Foods, and it seems to get me through my usual afternoon lull in fine form. Hammered out another short story this week, too, during the time I’m usually brain dead. More tea!
Had dinner with another couple this week. It was nice to increase my social life once again. Before we moved here I really didn’t have one. Now I have author friends, friends to share with Husband Unit, and astronomy friends.
Weather is crappy. I’ll be wearing thermals up to the observatory night. Actually turned the heat on 3 nights this week. Mostly to keep the cats happy. The one hates being cold. She’d move inside the heater if she could.
I’ll quit yapping now… must be that tea… How was your week? Have a great weekend!