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American Wake
“Will you have another cuppa? … Emma?”My Mum’s voice snapped me from my daydream, and I looked up at her. “Sorry, I was miles away. No, I thank ye. I was actually in a mind to take a wee stroll up the village,” I said, and so she’d let me go I quickly added, “I want to see who’s coming tonight.” I knew my Mum was wild for any gossip of who was attending tonight’s “American wake,” proudly hosted by our family, but really for all eleven of us emigrating from our tiny village of Killyderg, in Derry, Ireland. They were called American wakes because once you emigrated to America, you’d be lucky to...
Hurricane Season
Class Five hurricanes are not to be trifled with even when you live inland, out of the evacuation zone, or even when your home is located in the area where the evacuees seek shelter. Roger was well aware of this and had carefully prepared for hurricane season. The disastrous hurricane season of 2004 followed by monsters in 2005 and 2006 had taught him his lesson. Still, with most of his family remaining up north, he tried to keep a level head about all this. He had issued his family the following guidelines to assure them that he really did have a handle on all this: Tropical Storm or lower: T...
When I’m Cleaning Satellites
Contains language that some may find offensive.I really should have studied properly when I was at school. I could be doing a proper job now if I had. I could be a bartender, a spaceship washer, or a refuelling jockey. But no, I was too much owww.onedoor.ccf a smart arse to do any studying at school on Gemini III. I thought I didn’t need to do any studying. I thought I would be moving back to Earth where I could be a professional slacker; living off my father’s money once he had finished his term as the human ambassador to the Castor half of the Gemini system.But no, the daft bastard got caught trying to ri...
Hindsight is a wonderful thing
Hindsight is a wonderful thing If only we could see the future, even just a little bit. A few hours could be enough. And if we could, would we be smart enough to do things differently? I wonder.I was holidaying at a little seaside town and, to fill in an hour or so, had been driving aimlessly around looking at the scenery. The dirt road I was travelling along terminated at a tee junction. A wooden signpost indicated ‘to the beach’ in one direction while the other side of the post had been painted over, showing no destination. I considered it for a while, wondering just what had been removed fr...