Rey's A Point

Category: story

  • Life and Blue Skies

    Blue skies, he thought as he looked out of his window. Bright blue skies, he reminded himself as he closed his eyes and let the smell of his coffee waft up to him. He was originally married 17 years. He and Jane had met in college, both majoring in design and engineering. They had dated,…

  • Story: Designation

    A little bit of a story which I’m reserving rights to. Starts now: “Are there any side effects?” he had asked. “None besides the obvious ones that come with such a relationship.” “Why not experiment on a grunt–they don’t matter?” but you don’t say things like that. No one ever says things like that. Even…

  • Short Story: Town-Fest

    Here’s a short story vignette that I had posted on a private blog but I wanted to locate them all in one place. I don’t plan on developing the story further than I’ve brought it. It’s a sampling of life, a taste of a fictional happening. I’m reserving rights to this for myself so I…

  • Short Story: A Distant Star

    Here’s a short story vignette that I had posted on a private blog but I wanted to locate them all in one place. I don’t plan on developing the story further than I’ve brought it. It’s a sampling of life, a taste of a fictional happening. I’m reserving rights to this for myself so I…

  • The Man in the Diner

    Here’s a short story vignette that I had posted on a private blog but I wanted to locate them all in one place. I don’t plan on developing the story further than I’ve brought it. It’s a sampling of life, a taste of a fictional happening. I’m reserving rights to this for myself so I…

  • Thomas’ Lonely Week: Eighth Day

    Sunday. The Eighth Day. The door opens and Thomas enters in, the small hot room is filled with men. The meal is being set out on the table. John is wearing a towel, finishing washing Matthew’s feet. Matthew is weeping but there’s no sadness in the tears. "Look who’s here!" Andrew shouting. Thomas waves as…

  • Thomas’ Lonely Week: Saturday

    Saturday. The sun is shining brightly. We are outside of the house, looking in through the open window seeing Thomas standing at the open door. The table is no longer turned over. The stain on the wall is cleaned. Thomas’ personal effects lay neatly on the table, next to his satchel. We can’t hear the…

  • Thomas’ Lonely Week: Friday

    Friday. Knocking on the heavy wooden door. No one is answering. Martha says something about the Disciples still being in Jerusalem and now we can see her walking away, sadly looking over her shoulder. The table is still turned over. The pillows are still in disarray. A smear of dried liquid is on the wall.…

  • Thomas’ Lonely Week: Thursday

    Thursday. “We don’t know where you’re going, how can we know the way to get there…” Thomas growls to himself. “We don’t KNOW where you’re going!” he yells it snidely, grabs a pillow and throws it against the wall.” He kicks over the table and punches the wall “Let’s go with him to Judea and…

  • Thomas’ Lonely Week: Wednesday

    Wednesday. Thomas is at the door, basket in hand waving at Martha who is going back to the main house. The sun is high in the noon sky. He carries the basket back to the table and sits down, heavily sinking into the pillow around it. He takes a big whiff, smiles absentmindedly and opens…