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Conversation “I honestly believe that now, since we plan to legally change our names, that in a way we will fit in with the robots and humanoids to come. I mean, don’t you think?” “Them, hand me the sander, please?” “Where is it?” “I think I left it in the kitchen. I wanted to clean it up a bit. Did you ask me a question? … Continue reading They and Them©
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“What is your value, Bill?”
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Conversation It’s a beautiful and bright day. The sky is a deep blue. When you look up at the Hills, each house can be clearly seen from Sunset. The buildings and streets look clean, as if it rained the night before. Uncommon in Los Angeles. Corona virus, now called CoVid-19 is what everyone’s life is about now. This is an even-numbered year 2020, it’s the … Continue reading Luis and Sonya©
Conversation “Lucia, I heard something interesting that really has me thinking in a different way.” “About what?” “About the whole sexual identity movement we’re going through. You know, the Me-too movement, and all the others that I don’t even know the names of. Know what I mean? No response from Lucia. So she shouts “Lucia!” “Uh, no. Actually, I don’t think too much about it.” … Continue reading Laura and Lucia©
Conversation “One day all the jobs will be gone, and replaced by robots. Then what will we do?” Marjorie announces. Cynthia is using an awl with beeswax thread trimming the leather’s edge that will cover her set of director’s chairs. “I still think you can find some nice pieces of vegan material Cynthia rather than using leather.” “I like leather, strong and sturdy. I … Continue reading Marjorie and Cynthia©
The three-story house on Alcott Street sat on top of a hill. Nick could almost see the bridge from the attic if he angled his body the right way. Like many neighborhoods within a city, there was a row of shops across from his window. Each establishment was adorned with a dark green awning. There was Lou & Abe’s Deli, a shoe repair … Continue reading The Typewriter©
Geraldo wanted her to listen to him. He wanted her attention. He stood there with his pants held by a rope where a belt is normally worn, the pants hanging on his lower waist, the hem wrinkled around his ankles showing only the tips of his dusty shoes. His white shirt was fatigued and grey colored, unbuttoned to his mid chest. His pearl grey … Continue reading No One Listens to Geraldo
Note to the Reader — the story below is a completed short story. I am now writing it into a full novel. Unfortunately, the index does not appear the way it should, which should be two columns. Life in a Dictionary’s Asylum A Novel by Jo Ann Rodriquez Prologue Jules Reimer kept a secret until he died in 1982. He was a writer, … Continue reading Life in a Dictionary’s Asylum©
I never saw my mother and father kiss. I never saw them hold hands. In the neighbor¬hood they were known as Dona Cruz and Don Juan. In my Puerto Rican neighborhood in the Bronx, my father was popular for the Saturday night domino games. My parents owned an apartment building and it was on the front stoop where everyone gathered and as the men played, … Continue reading EI Mambo©
Lara was driving the four–wheel utility car up the canyon toward Angeles Crest Mountains. She was daydreaming as well as driving; the car eased its way up the winding road at a comfortable speed. Lara was in the habit of thinking about a lot of things when she drove. Her friends criticized her for her lack of attention while driving. They said it was a … Continue reading Lara©
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