MICHELLE SHAAY
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The Static Stills
The Hot Toddy Lounge was busier than usual for Wednesday. A frosty night and frigid temperatures across the city gave patrons a reason to stay inside the rustic place. As the pub began to close, a fatigued but curious bartender listened to a trending news story on its large flat screen television.
By MICHELLE SHAAY about a year ago in Fiction
The Odometer
The birds loud but beautiful singing was enough to make Linda jump out of bed. Today was a day most would probably play the lottery as favorable odds seemed certain. The weather was gorgeous, it was pay day, and Linda's 45th birthday. A trifecta of sorts, her work anniversary also happened to fall on this day. She was extremely proud too for the path to success had not been easy. For more than 15 years she dedicated her software development talent to Triple Square Innovations, LLC. A mostly male dominated industry sometimes triggered moments of isolation and even bias, but Linda thrust herself into the role of Senior Software Developer and thrived. The team she managed was entirely responsible for the automotive enhancements and design features used in the software for passenger vehicles.
By MICHELLE SHAAY 2 years ago in Fiction
HIGH End
His beard was totally out of control now but he didn't want to shave it off completely. The thickness of his hair gave him a distinct look but Cole worried it also aged him a bit. After being single for more than three years following a bitter break up and expensive divorce, Cole vowed he would seek a companion in a different and even unorthodox manner this time.
By MICHELLE SHAAY 2 years ago in Fiction
Re-Calibration
The 11am appointment scheduled for today still hadn't arrived or contacted Jillian. In her gut she believed he was the top prospect for the position and their phone interview had been superb. So where in the hell was he at 11:30am? The PC blinked and flashed a constant reminder for her to see. Quickly Jillian sighed with angst and clicked "dismiss" on the screen.
By MICHELLE SHAAY 3 years ago in Fiction
No Tears
As night drew nearer and it became cooler Royce took one, long final puff of his cigar. He saved the fat cigar for many months and now it was time for a celebratory smoke to remember his younger brother. The pint of high end liquor he brought with him also remained unopened until this particular day.
By MICHELLE SHAAY 3 years ago in Horror