Jack Gosney
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The Cab
The styrofoam box made a soft squeak sound in my lap and I placed my hand on it, letting the rumble of the bus be the only sound filling my ears. I looked out the window and watched the rain slowly start to lay itself on the window. I could look down into cars and see couples holding hands, children watching TV shows, and people singing songs I couldn’t hear at the top of their lungs. The rain eventually blurred my view and I sat back to take in the people around me. No one sat next to me in the multicolored plastic seat, but someone sat opposite me with their legs tucked under them. I admired their ability to sit like that, and pondered trying to move my own legs to cross, but knew my body would never quite bend that way. They were enthralled with something on their phone, and by the reflection in the plexiglass behind their head I saw it was a block of text. I wondered if it was a book or an article, but couldn’t make out the words enough to figure out what. I tried to casually look at the other people on the bus, but a stern old woman caught my eye and glowered at me, clutching her purse in her lap closer to her chest, so I looked back down at the styrofoam box in my lap. I opened the lid just enough to see the rich, creamy frosting peak out before shutting it again. A soft whiff rose into the air and I sighed. Cake was the only thing that made the day worth it.
By Jack Gosney5 years ago in Fiction
The House
I parked my car on the street over from the cafe; giving myself a little bit of a walk out of habit. I already had an app on my phone to pay the meter downloaded and I clicked through the app with a pace that told me I was not as excited for this blind date as I should be. I was already five minutes late, and I was never late for anything. I was wearing a nice light blue dress, I’d washed my hair, and I felt like that should be enough for this guy. I did have a thought, somewhere in the back of my mind, that it would be nice to kiss someone. It’d been a long, long time since I’d kissed anyone, and now it was finally a possibility. My friend from work had set this up, saying that he felt like we were both workaholics who often ignored our own needs to meet deadlines, so we were a match. This didn’t fill me with much confidence, but at least he would understand my life a little more than most.
By Jack Gosney5 years ago in Horror
The Other Side
For a long time, we didn’t know how it started, or why it started, or what it was that did it. We just knew something had happened; some great disaster that left us with so little of what we once had. My memory of the early days is spotted with great dark expanses where I just survived and hardly existed at all. It wasn’t until we started getting some answers, and some help, that I came back to myself.
By Jack Gosney5 years ago in Futurism
