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Coffee is the Best Medicine July 29, 2005

Filed under: Serial — jojanoski @ 1:34 pm


#8 Coffee is the Best Medicine…July 29, 2005

…The Strange Happenings in a Coffee Shop

(You may start reading at any point in the story.

It isn't that complicated!)




"My ties are my friends," Alfred retorted.


"It's true!" Brenda said. "He has names for them all."


"What?"


"Yes," Alfred said. "This one here is Tucker and this one is…"


"SHUT UP!" I snapped. "Oh! I'm sorry, Alfred. I didn't mean to be short with you." I wiped a bead of sweat from my brow. Who were these people in this crazy coffee shop?


"It's okay. Most folks talk to me that way," he replied.


"Alfred, you don't really want to change your style, do you?"


"Nope."


Okay, so I contemplated, Alfred was happy with his existing "look," such as it was, except he wanted a hair piece. So we'll let him have it. It's no skin off of my nose…er, head, I figured.


"Okay, Alfred! We'll go shopping!" I announced.


"YAY, a bus ride!" Alfred yelled.


"Bus ride?" I asked.


"He loves the bus. We usually go places by bus just to make Alfred happy," Brenda whispered in my ear.


"Oh, okay! Bus ride!" I mimicked Alfred with a little squeal for good effect. Oh my gosh! What was I doing?


"I'm coming, too!" Butch, the big guy at the counter, stated. He lifted his huge lumbering body off the counter stool and ambled over next to me.


Rose, the waitress, was next. "EVERYBODY OUT! I'm closing to go shopping." Her booming voice propelled patrons out the door, against their wills–I think, as she hung up her apron.


"Looks like we're ready to go," Brenda said, smiling at me.






To be Continued


Copyright 2005 JO Janoski

 

Winter Story July 26, 2005

Filed under: Short Stories — jojanoski @ 1:39 pm

Winter Story. This is a short workshop assignment that would be a nice read for anyone who is sweltering today in the hot weather! For you…served up on ice!

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Winter Story


Icicles hung low, testing the strength of pine tree limbs in the yard as he walked to the street. Going slowly, he tested each step on the packed snow, now solid and slick after being frozen, rained upon, and frozen again. Pulling up his coat collar, the man regretted the vanity that kept him from wearing a hat. Zero degrees Fahrenheit was a temperature to be reckoned with.


His nose felt hard inside, as his wild imagination wondered if the membranes were freezing. The skin on his face stung as a wicked wind blasted from the north, turning his delicate white complexion a troublesome red. A breeze cut through the thin wool coat and sent shivers up his spine. His feet, ever-moving, deadened despite his best efforts. The ice underfoot radiated such cold it reached all the way up his legs. His ears felt like chunks of ice on each side of his head, while the tips of his fingers lost their feeling.


All around, everything was encased in ice, frozen silvery in a quick freeze after the pelting rain. Windows became thickened with frozen lacy patterns reminiscent of Jack Frost, pretty in a way, but deadly in their implications. One could only hope the people inside had found enough warmth.


His body begged for heat. Numbness crept in from all four extremities. Would he soon be like one of those silvery icicles, straight and stiff and purely for decoration?


But the man had to get where he was going. There was no turning back. The building finally came into view. Warm yellow lights glowed from the windows, and people rushed toward the entrance. Yes, he had made it to work. The good doctor had arrived to save more lives and heal the sick. No wonder his own discomfort mattered little.




 

Coffee is the Best Medicine July 25, 2005

Filed under: Serial — jojanoski @ 3:53 pm


Coffee is the Best Medicine…July 25, 2005

…The Strange Happenings in a Coffee Shop…


(You may start reading at any point in the story.

It isn't that complicated!)


Alfred? A hair piece? I studied the poor fellow, and sure enough, once I took my eyes off his paisley bow tie, his most remarkable aspect was a shiny dome head, surrounded by curly brown hair, but only on the sides. Yes, our friend Albert would benefit from a hair piece.


Well, not in the way that most men would, where they slip it on and immediately become younger, more handsome versions of themselves. No, perhaps the best Alfred could hope for would be that it offers a handy distraction from his bow tie. Unfortunately, it would not detract from his hook nose or skinny linear mouth. I sighed. It seemed hopeless.


"Alfred, hon! Why don't you try a change of wardrobe first. You know, a different style?" I studied his baggy pants and shoddy tan blazer with a discerning eye.


"You don't like my style?" he asked, fingering his bow tie, which I noted, was purple paisley. "Is it the color of my tie, because I have others!"


With a flourish, he opened his blazer wide to reveal an array of bow ties clipped inside. Every print you could imagine–polka dots, zigzags, stripes, flowers, kites –I never saw such a collection in a variety of colors so gaudy I feared they would make my eyes sore. Red, blue, purple, orange…Oh, I felt sick. "Are they all yours?" I asked. Honestly, I didn't know what else to say.


"Yes, I like to change during the day. I like to wear the red pepper one when I have chili for lunch, and I switch to the green apple for dessert if it's pie; but on rainy days I wear the blue polka dots–they cheer me up. In the winter, I'm fond of heavier colors, like this dark gray….


"Shut up, Alfred!" I interrupted him. "Give me those ties! It's for your own good!"


"What?"


"Give me those ties! You have an unhealthy affection for them."





To be Continued


Copyright 2005 JO Janoski

 

Acts Sweetly July 24, 2005

Filed under: Poetry — jojanoski @ 10:52 am

I just learned a new poetic form which I love! The syllable counts offer an interesting rhythm. Here is a "ninesquare" about my dog.




Acts Sweetly


Black and white, small dog, big heart to love.

Loyalty, simpleness, respectful.

So loving, true friendship, my buddy.


She runs to me with glee on her face.

Lovingly, unabashed, playfully.

Tail wagging, paws thumping, eyes sparkling.


There for me, me for her, both for us.

Thoroughly, totally, forever.

So furry, acts sweetly, my doggy.



Copyright 2005 JO Janoski


 

 

Man Serves Unusual Sentence July 23, 2005

Filed under: Miscellaneous — jojanoski @ 3:13 pm


Man Serves Unusual Sentence….




A man who neglected, treated cruelly, and strangled his dog received an unusual conviction–To wear a sign and stand in the middle of a busy intersection. The sign read:


I Plead Guilty … Animal Cruelty is a Crime … My Dog's Name WAS Salt and Pepper.


He was to stand there all day, but when the Judge stopped by and noted the amount of abuse (Hurrah for dog-lovers!) from passing motorists, she permitted him to quit early.


Some might consider this an easy sentence; some might say a cruel sentence. Personally, I think it was an effective sentence. There is nothing like the power of extreme public ridicule to make a fella think again next time he is tempted. Remember standing in the corner at school, all red-faced and humiliated. Could you ever forget the dunce cap? I don't remember, of course, because I'm a goody-goody. But you remember, don't you? ;-) Darned effective, wasn't it?



 

Robot Jockeys and Child Abuse July 21, 2005

Filed under: Miscellaneous — jojanoski @ 2:43 pm


Robot Jockeys and Child Abuse……


I read an article about United Arab Emirates where they are planning to use robot jockeys for camel races. They used to use real boys (under 18 years old), but that has recently become outlawed. The story states "many children, mainly from poor Asian countries, had been abducted or sold by their families and that the boys were kept in prison-like conditions and underfed to keep them light so the camels run faster."


May I state here Thank Gawd children jockeys have been outlawed! I have to wonder about a culture that would use children, some of them even stolen, is such an abhorrent manner. Really, the treatment of women and children in the Middle East frightens me. I can't help saying so!

 

Coffee is the Best Medicine July 20, 2005

Filed under: Serial — jojanoski @ 3:23 pm


Coffee is the Best Medicine…

The Strange Happenings in a Coffee Shop…

July 21, 2005


Who were these people? I've never known a bunch like this. How could I make them understand the importance of what I saw in the restroom–a note written by someone stating, "I think someone is trying to kill me." I decided to try again.


"Rose, look! There's a note in there that has me troubled. It is something you should know about."


"Are you talking about that note I left there, about someone trying to kill me?" Brenda asked.


I couldn't believe my ears. "You mean you wrote that note!"


"Oh, sure! She wrote it five years ago," Rose stated. "Don't worry about it!" She turned to go back to work as though the issue was finished.


"I put it there five years ago. Actually, at the time I had first met Alfred, and I thought he wanted to do me in. It turned out I got the wrong impression of him. He's just weird, that's all." Brenda explained, shrugging her shoulders.


Boy, she got that right. One look at Alfred with his geeky neck and bow tie confirmed it. Who could understand him? "Okay, but why is the note still in there?" I asked.


"Rose never cleans very well in that restroom," Brenda stated in hushed tones.


"What?"


"Forget about it!" Brenda continued. "We've got other things to worry about…like Alfred wanting to buy a hair piece." Brenda nodded in that fellow's direction. He returned her gaze with a goofy smile that curved up on each end to practically reach his ears.


Why did I ever come to this coffee shop?


"Okay," Brenda said. " Let's go shopping!"




To be Continued


Copyright 2005 JO Janoski