ants.in.the.snow

June - 4 - 2009

Ronnie’d had dogs ever since he was a kid. Some were bigger, some were smaller. Some well-behaved, some weren’t. Some crazy. Some lazy.

They came from various places. One of them just wandered into their house one morning, another was a hand-me-down from a neighbor who’d moved away. In any case, it wasn’t difficult to get one. Back then, in fact, if you really wanted a dog, you could just go down to the pound and pick one up for a couple of bucks. No shots, no checkup. - read...

Milosh had often shown resourcefulness while he was at the Police Academy. He was always first to come up with a novel solution to a seemingly impossible problem. When other cadets were baffled by the riddles of crime solving, Milosh had already worked out one or two angles. It was uncanny.

He had just been given the post of Police Chief, a new stage upon which he could display his skills. People would be dazzled. read...

The Messiah’s halo was ever-changing as I recount my thoughts in slow motion.  Sparks seemed to dance behind his head while people casually chatted around him. They were oblivious to His presence, and to the fact that a phenomenon was unfolding before them. They simply continued to nibble on the last of the stuffed mushrooms on their paper plates, cheeks bulging like squirrels, lips puckered, sucking the wine from their plastic glasses. Meanwhile, a tiny incendiary event portended a potentially much bigger one, while they stood blind to what was surely going to be a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. - read...