For Her by Chris Hlad

For Her

by Chris Hlad… He was glad when his cell buzzed at 11:09 Sunday night; he’d be picking her up from the airport Monday at one P.M., but he still was glad to hear her voice, although the time was a bit strange. He figured the headliner would be in the middle of their set. Maybe…

A Perfect Ending

by Chris Hlad… I don’t know why I paid the parking meter. Obviously, I didn’t need to. I’m pretty certain I did it because it was the right thing to do, and despite my many faults, I always try to do what is right. I didn’t bother looking at the surf from atop the cliff;…

The Point Six

by Chris Hlad… By the end of the third day, Ted had the new house pretty much passable. Of course, his version of passable was a lot different than Valerie’s, his wife. He knew she’d be making some changes, once she arrived; but for now, for the most part, he thought she’d be pretty happy…

The Suicide Station

by Chris Hlad… There’s a station in Los Angeles that thinks it’s doing humanity a favor. While their intentions are good, the one little thing that they don’t realize is that the only thing worse than a broken heart is a heart that is broken twice. There is no remedy for this, no simple cure…

The Program

by Chris Hlad… To call Tully Edwards overweight would be a gross understatement; calling him just plain gross, on the other hand, would be more apropos. Big Tully stumbled into his big predicament like most Americans do: very slowly. At first it was just a few pounds which could easily be taken off in a…

Not So Well Hung

by Chris Hlad… I tried killing myself, but to no avail. Why it didn’t work, I have no idea. I’d read about lots of ways to leave this earth, and the one that appealed to me the most was hanging. It would be quick – just a snap of the neck and you’re done. Unless,…

The Fringe Benefits of Cancer

by Chris Hlad… My friend Phil is a genuinely good human being. I’ve known him for some thirty plus years, and I’ve never had a bad thing to say about him. Until now, although I think ‘bad’ is much to strong of a word to describe my current thoughts. Perhaps odd would be a better…

The Inevitable Casting Couch

by Chris Hlad… I’m an actress, and I’m invading your living room on a regular basis, although you might not know it. And guess what else? Okay, I’ll tell you: I work five days a week, get paid, and haven’t had to lay down on one casting couch, if you know what I mean. If…

The Perils of Being a Rock Star

by Chris Hlad… The only thing stronger than her love for him was her absolute hatred for the man. Whatever love was there was getting drowned by blackness, like a lit light bulb sinking into a tar pit. She loved him just like any normal woman would love their Hollywood Rock Star crush, but her…

Another Day at the Office

by Chris Hlad… I teach online Excel classes to a bunch of nitwits who should have had this program down oh, I don’t know, let’s say ten years ago? I know, I’m probably breaking some teacher’s code of ethics by saying this. There has got to be a rule book somewhere stating teachers must never,…