Category: My Fiction

Alien Sofa

My Favorite Martian

“Watch the sofa arms,” Edgar warned the movers as they approached his front door. With the sofa replacing his old armchair, he would have comfortable seats for all members of the philosophy reading group. They could sit and discuss reality in comfort. No one would be forced into hard-backed chairs.


Larry shivered as he ran across the boulevard that separated the neighborhoods. His green windbreaker had been enough earlier in the sun, but not with the temperature dropping to the low 50s.


In 1980, just out of college, I got an internship in a large company to do revenue forecasting. The combination of economics and math was right up my line, so I was hot to show how sharp I was.