Andy Ruffett
Bio
I am a writer with an attitude.
With writes,
- Andy Ruffett
Stories (2)
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A Hill in The Middle of Nowhere
Holden Caulfield once wondered where the ducks go after the pond has frozen over. When I was a kid, I made up stories that they flew to a better place during a better time. It’s not that I was ruminating about Heaven. At 6, I didn’t really believe in Heaven. I just wondered if there was some sacred duck place where all the ducks would congregate. Other bird species were allowed, but no one else. That would include Canada Geese, Swans, Ravens, Owls, etc. All the birds would have their own little Heaven filled with unlimited running water from lakes, streams, rivers, you name it. Ample food to munch on and no duck—sorry, bird—would attack another.
By Andy Ruffett4 years ago in Fiction
COVID
We never expected it would happen. No one had prepared for it. And when it hit us like a tidal wave, we all drowned. Looking back, I wish my government had been more competent. I wish the rollout of the vaccines had been quicker. But what is the point in flipping over mattresses of the past when I can’t even control the future? There’s no time machine. If there was, I would blow up China. I know it’s a stupid notion, but I’d be desperate. If the Chinese chemists had self-isolated like they should’ve, the virus would’ve never spread. If, if, if. If is bullshit. Ifs don’t save people. Hell, I don’t even believe people can save people anymore.
By Andy Ruffett5 years ago in Earth
