Dead Air, brought to you by Lloyd James Funeral Home

Brought to you today by the always awesome 55-Words: She coughed nervously. He fumbled with his napkin. “So, you work in radio?” she said. “Um, how is that?” “Uh, it’s good,” he said. “Frantic, though. You want constant, top-notch content, but most importantly you want to avoid dead air.” “Huh,” she said. “Dead air.” “Yeah.” “Huh.” They scanned their menus for the hundredth...

55 Words for Friday Night

In a talkative mood, I sit at my computer, with the A/C turned high so I don’t waste electricity ($500 electric bills will do that to a person). It’s Friday night, and I’ve got a ton of work to do, but I want to get some social interaction done this evening. Self-control loses tonight, I’m afraid....

55 Words for Sunday Evening

Stolen Shamelessly from Bird and Moon: He came home to find her curled on the rug, crying again. “Happy birthday!” he said. “Fed your birds today?” “No.” “Come,” he said, “I got you a present.” Gently he led her outside and poured seed into her hand. Soon, her favourite sparrow landed. It wore a miniscule party hat. Her face lit up. I love it. The greatest!...

55 Words For Friday Evening

His stressful week over and done with, our hero pauses to evaluate his weekend options. He’s interested in unwinding and blowing off some steam, and doing so in the company of friends. With all the irony inherent in this dry county’s favorite pasttime apparent, he exclaims: “I shall go a’ drinkin’!” Hilarity and hijinks...

55 Words for Monday Morning

It is a new week, and he wakes up surprisingly refreshed. The weekend was busy (as usual) but productive. Fairly certain he’s not quite ready to start again, but given that it’s either get started or give up, he looks over the day’s schedule, he breathes in deeply and murmurs, “What’s next?” So it...

55 Words, Part Two

Rose posted my guest entry: In an effort to leave something behind that the world would remember, Carl worked relentlessly until the day that he died, leaving behind no surviving family members. He was not particularly successful in reaching his goal, but when they occasionally reminisce, a few people will recall a persistent and dedicated man. Rest in peace, Carl....

Fifty Five Words

55 Words: She was a magical aunt. When I skinned my knee, Father applied a stinging liquid, but Aunt spoke and the pain faded. On Halloween I wanted a real witch’s hat; Aunt provided. When she died gently at 140, songbirds flew from her mouth in all directions. Afterwards Father said “never speak of her to anyone.”...