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H. Robert Mac
Bio
Hugh is business consultant, writer, keen observer of people, and a versatile analyst. A wearer of many hats, he brings a wealth of experience to his work with small and medium sized businesses. www.apexdeployment.com
Stories (14/0)
Flaw and Order:
“In the Canadian justice system, the people are represented by several equally irrelevant groups: the RCMP, who investigate crime; the Crown Counsel, who prosecute the offenders; and a third group who, without training or experience or indeed any common sense, have taken it upon themselves to persecute irresponsibly. These are their stories.”
By H. Robert Mac2 years ago in Humans
The Call
“Out here on the perimeter there are no stars; out here we is stoned, immaculate.” Jim Morrison “Yeah, yeah, connected, connected,” his voice said, “You could say that. They shagged each other, and then they got arrested. That's a connection. Why do you keep going on about connection? It's weird. Anyway, you gonna be at Martina's house tonight? She's expecting both of you so don't disappoint her. Cuidate.”
By H. Robert Mac3 years ago in Horror
You Can Leave Your Hat On
Look babe, let me take care of some housekeeping. Clearly I have screwed up. I’m not going to ask for amnesty on that. I sure as hell won’t argue it down to a fake equality and pretend you are somehow just as bad. I’m tired of those childish tricks. They sound cheap and weak in my own ears. It seems like my pride has not been helpful throughout all of this, and I’d like to start this time by leaving it behind.
By H. Robert Mac3 years ago in Humans
Dropping Burroughs
"I get all my papers and smile at the sky For I know that the hypnotized never lie " The Who In the early evening warmth of summer, in the well-groomed and manicured back yard of an upper crust neighborhood came three young people; two young men and a young woman. To suggest that they were furtive about their entrance may be going too far, at least inasmuch as they seemed to hurry to the gazebo by the lake where they might not be overheard. Yet they cast no wary glances about them. They did not minimize their body language to give hidden watchers the impression that they could be anyone. They were silent while they crossed the cleverly mowed lawn, however, apparently satisfied to wait until they gained the destination to broach the topic of their meeting.
By H. Robert Mac4 years ago in Futurism
Dixon
Thus far, we have wandered pellmell through several fabled lands, always within a snapshot of their lengthy histories. Always getting a sample of their people in the midst of events that have been brewing for ages, perhaps repeating endlessly but maybe not, we have explored what must seem like an alternative history. If we are to be of the utmost brevity, the people do not behave as one might expect them to, unless one is indeed a hostile cynic. And yet, although we intend to continue in this vein, there is another history begging to be heard; not for any need of its own, rather it begs to offer a scrap of background in the mosaic we have the honor to present. It does not need us to understand, but we need it, in order to make sense of our hero's admittedly unusual experience.
By H. Robert Mac4 years ago in The Swamp
A Heart of Drunkness
Quite a few years back, my mother married a guy in Prince George, We’ll call him Ray. You have met Ray many times. He is the older guy, probably a mechanic or a truck driver, probably drunk when you meet him but so comfortable that way that you might not notice at first.
By H. Robert Mac4 years ago in Humans
The Trouble With Bernie
The Trouble with Bernie Dearest Marksmen of Historical Accuracy, Campbell River, it must be noted, is almost as far away from anything as a person can get in North America. It's not as far away as say, Horsefly, or Castlegar, or Duncan, and not nearly as far away as Fair Harbour; yet if we are being honest, which in all honesty we hope very much to be accepted as such, Campbell River is not as close to anything as Vancouver is, certainly light years away from Kelowna's proximity to any and all action, to say nothing of Kamloops and Prince George.
By H. Robert Mac4 years ago in Criminal
Desperately Seeking Mary Wollestonecraft
Attendant Worries Over Letting Go On the day that I, a single dad, dropped off my daughter on her first day of preschool, I was close to tears. It takes a lot. Now she is 16, and I had just watched her go off to do her thing with two friends. As they walk away I can only feel an echo of the first preschool day. It's a wordless concern about all of the things that could happen to my girl as she ventures off without me.
By H. Robert Mac6 years ago in Viva
The Golden Fleece
Jason, once Captain of the Argo and leader of the Argonauts, now picked at the bamboo bars of his make-shift cage as he was carried along the trail on a pole by two of his taller men. The sun was out, and birds were chirping. Monkeys ranged above him hooting and screeching. The men, once his own, were singing a tawdry old sailors song. He was trapped in a cage, but also imprisoned in a fog of dumb cheer. Doom was straight ahead, and he could not escape it.
By H. Robert Mac6 years ago in Futurism