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Scene: ——A much older Alexander Hambone is counseling his only son on the family-room couch of his palatial mansion. Watcha watching there little youngster? Conan the Barbarian! *child swings an imaginary sword* the riddle of steel! You really are taken … Continue reading
AFTER SUBSTITUTE TEACHING, Alexander Hambone was hungry. He headed to the last, remaining bookstore to order a sandwich. He desired a sandwich for his stomach, a chair for his feet and WiFi for his… forgotten laptop——Drats! It was okay that … Continue reading
“WHAT A STUNNING RESTAURANT,” said Jenny. “By the way, may I see your Golden C?” “It’s not the right time,” said Alexander. “Just a tiny peek.” “The waiter will be back any minute.”
AT A LOCAL RESTAURANT in the college district of Texatronic, Alexander Hambone and his companion were forced to wait an unusual length of time for their gyros while a well-to-do family allowed their children to run laps around combined tables … Continue reading
THE WEBSITE’S AD was almost too good: “Leverage the power of TAIR: Twitter Artificial Intelligence Robot! Awaken a personalized Frankenstein. Unleash it upon the unsuspecting Twitterverse!” I pawed for my credit card. The software was leading edge—powerful, POWERFUL but… artificial … Continue reading
IN THE INSTANT OF NIGHT when a bar-hopping bachelor detects a lapse in autumn’s wind, the odds shift against his favor. Alexander Hambone had yet to discover a suitable prey for his intention. Nor an unsuitable one. On the bar’s … Continue reading
JOSH KNEW HIS PARENTS couldn’t afford to buy him a pair of Nike Air high-tops like Tommy Jackson had. When Tommy Jackson called him poor, Josh still felt ashamed. Josh caught the shame as it popped out his mouth and … Continue reading
A YOUNG WOMAN of platinum blonde hair and gorgeous legs sat, cross-legged, in a black Italian leather skirt, facing the room’s panoramic view of the roiling, noontide pacific and a panel of network producers.
THE COUCH WAS HIS, the safest place to be and where all energies fragmented throughout the week could be gathered up again.