Jack shifts his weight off his walking stick.
An 8.5-inch blade gleams. So this is the respect a pensioner gets.
He squints at the young man with the knife. Punk.
Jack raises his walking stick. “I was a weapons engineer for fifty years. And this is Wally, my homemade 12-gauge.”
Joey doesn’t have a walking stick and if he ever does get one, he probably won’t call it Wally. He can be found at joeytoey.com.
His muscles ached. His bones, too. Years of building railroads did that.
“Got something lined up?” asked the officer.
He merely nodded. The word “innocent” mattered less now.
Minutes later, he got out of his truck where rails gleamed in the sun. A man waved. “So, you’re our new foreman?”
Joey doesn’t like being railroaded, even if it’s nothing to do with jail. He can be found at joeytoey.com
Jack stretched. The flight was long but worth it. This was a new beginning.
Immigration took a long look but there were no problems.
Jack strode away, a bounce in his step. But something was missing…
“…report to unclaimed baggage…”
Jack sighed. And he’d been hoping to leave that behind.
Joey doesn’t trust anyone who acts like they don’t have any baggage. He can be found at joeytoey.com.
Amy dragged her feet and luggage. The 22-hour flight was a killer. She needed food. Bad.
Bright, colorful photos lined the overhead menu.
“How much damage for Burger Meal #4?” asked Amy.
Behind the counter, the skull in a black, hooded cloak grinned. “Four years.”
Amy sighed. “Upsize it, please.”
Joey always upsizes it. He can found at joeytoey.com
You put me on the cake and light my wick. I want to make you happy.
But then you huff and puff to extinguish my flame. I cannot grant your wishes this way.
Then you relight me because someone else “wants a go”.
Fine, I shall now purge this party.
Joey is not a fan of birthday cakes, with or without the candles. You can visit him at joeytoey.com
First thing out was my suit. Next went my helmet, violently followed by my books.
She’d always had a good arm and a bad temper.
Obviously I’m next, which would be bearable if we were on Earth rather than a spaceship.
Well, at least I won’t hear her screaming anymo—
Joey doesn’t mind travelling through space even if there is a risk that she’ll blow him out of the airlock. You can visit him at joeytoey.com.
Only dish-washing was available but he needed the summer job. He wanted to meet her.
So what if she was on exchange too? Or that she might think him a nobody?
A lifetime together was worth that summer of dishes, even if she wanted him to always be their dishwasher.
Joey doesn’t mind washing the dishes as long as she recognizes his cooking as a sign of affection rather than treating it as convenient “free food”. Either way, you can visit him at joeytoey.com
It’s freezing, the air crisp. The moon… she rises slowly, her blue light washing over me, calling me.
I take out my guitar. I begin with arpeggios. Simple, I know… but soon, faint waves of violet, then teal, then orange dance in the sky.
Her hue warms, as does mine.
Joey realizes that the violin or piano may be the traditional choice of instruments in these circumstances but he can’t play those. If he tried, her ears would bleed and she would run away. Of course, she might do that anyway. Either way, you can visit him at joeytoey.com
Amy checked her seatbelt. Seats were filling… yet, more passengers still boarded.
“Hope I don’t get kicked off,” she muttered.
“I won’t do that.”
Amy turned her head. A lanky guy in a black, hooded robe towered over her.
“I’ve been running my transportation business for ages. I never overbook.”
Joey doesn’t like it when his bookings aren’t respected. You can visit him at joeytoey.com
at anytime. No need to book.