Michael Cabajar
Bio
I'm a middle aged man who swims in Lake Huron.
Just rediscovering my passion for fiction...and everything else.
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The Driver
I was sitting in a booth in the old Sanria Savings and Loan building when an angel walked in. My booth was in the corner, the only one in the place with a circular table, but I liked that I could keep my back to the wall and my eyes on the door. The venerable bank had a ceiling 24 feet high, with all of it's original molding still intact after over a century of mortgages, money orders and old ladies trading in their nickels and dimes. Now it was an abomination - transformed into one of these fucking trendy coffee houses with fifteen dollar salads choking with avocado. I only came here for the cheesecake and the chess.
By Michael Cabajar 4 years ago in Fiction
Maddy's Necklace
Dragonfly drones are, according to common wisdom, the absolute worst fucking nightmare of our existence. Most will say so because these drones are insanely quiet - you don't really hear anything until they buzz down to mete out punishment on some poor fool who just couldn't take it anymore. So you have to look up in the air constantly like some tourist on their first trip to New York, back when that was a thing. Back when there was a New York.
By Michael Cabajar 5 years ago in Fiction
