It wasn't Godot's number. It was a name. Someone from his old office he wasn't close enough to in order to memorize the number like he had with Godot. One thing he didn't do was pick up the phone unless he had gotten his daily call with Godot in. So...

Doug managed four paragraphs. He re-read them twice. Decided to change things around for ten minutes. After, he thought he knew what he really wanted to say. Wrote it down. But now there was only one paragraph. He reread that. Decided it was garbage and closed the browser tab.

He then...

Keith called that man The Blue Man. Not because he was blue. Or because he was the actual blue man. But because his house was blue. There were many blue houses in the world. What made this blue house memorable to Keith was that his garden was so immaculate. Small,...

In the alley of a no name city. No where you could get a direct flight to from a major city. There was a smell. In the heat of summer, it permeated quick and far. Someone reported it. The police arrived within an hour.

A tall blonde woman covered her nose....

He found  Georgio's on the way to where he thought Max's was. He didn't want to get pulled over by the cops. So drove into the parking lot. He could hit the diner for breakfast the following day.

Right now he needed some meat, cheese, and bread to soak up the...

Did anyone like  IPA s anymore? Before they shot Keith up into  Spacecity they were still niche. During his enlistment they became the norm. And now people seemed to have been long fed up with them. Tired of pretending to like them. Pre Spacecity, Keith actually liked IPAs. The bitterness...

In his time back on earth he hadn't made a single friend. He didn't work. Didn't have roommates. If he wanted to he could avoid people altogether besides for his run to the grocery store. But it became clear to Keith that without any routine commitments like work or school,...

The  rain pelted the asphalt and concrete. Keith tilted his head down, symbolically keeping himself dry. When the rain was lighter, tilting your head down could at least keep the rain out of your eyes and your face. Today it was meaningless.

Cars whizzed by. Sometimes they splashed water all over...

The ceramic felt warm against his palms. Warmed by the coffee. But his skin never touched the coffee. Instead the heat transferred through the burnt clay. Fire transformed. Forged something new.

That was why he couldn't feel any different up here in  Spacecity . The cold. It stagnated you. Through the...

Ear buds didn't always need to be uncomfortable. Not if you spent 150 dollars on them. Then they'd slide right in. Rubber heads shaping to her ear. Tulsa didn't go anywhere without them anymore. A gift from her high school best friend who had surprised her with a visit before...