Sharp Wager

“Roller derby?” The president of the United States asked. A chorus of chuckles filled the U.N. hall. “Ms. Sharp,” the wrinkled, fair-skinned, silver-haired president continued. “With all due respect, that is not how we do things in this universe. The suggestion itself is such a foreign thought. It’s almost impossible for me and I’m sure…

Sharp Program

“Huh,” Nelson made the first sound in his lab in over an hour. He sat  in his narrow white lab studying logs on his computer screen. The late 30s researcher preferred silence over music while working. “Hey, T.A.I.?” He called. An animated mannequin appeared on his screen. “Yes, Nelson?” “What’s this invitation you sent out…

Sharp Spare

“Please wait here, Mr. President,” the dark-suited agent gestured at a chair in front of a small cherry wood desk. The leather, high-back chair on the other side of the desk was empty. “Why?” Howard asked. “I have far too much to do on my first day in office; I don’t have time to sit…

Sharp Apology

“…but…,” Arnold nervously stepped back from the open cell door. “I’m not up for parole until next year.” He shook his head in rapid fashion; for him, it was more of a physical tick than communication. A burly guard glared at the mousey prisoner. “I’m not ready for a hearing today,” Arnold said. He tried…

Sharp Sentimentality

Diana set the tray down to let the cookies cool to edible temperatures. The smell of chocolate filled the kitchen. After taking off the colorful oven mitt, she climbed on one of the tall stools in front of the breakfast bar and waited. As she reached for her phone, it vibrated against the marble countertop….

Sharp Schedule

Eugene stood from his seat as a group of men entered the room. He fidgeted with nervous energy in his best black tuxedo. It was complete with a bow tie and matching silver cumberbund stretched out around his round belly. He looked down at Wallace and slapped his shoulder to get him standing too. His…

Sharp Signature

“You make it sound so easy,” the President said. The portly, bearded, bald man sat on the edge of his chair with his back straight. Two men in dark suits and sunglasses stood quietly close behind him. Across from him a pale, lithe woman with dark hair sat behind her desk. She wore a bright,…

Sharp Future

“He always has the right number of graves at the end of the day,” Tara said. The teenage girl led two women in suits, one white and one black, along the path to the grave keeper’s shack. A rotted-wood cabin as big as two out-houses side by side sat at the top of a grassy…

Sharp Abandonment

“… and my assistant Melody,…” the pale woman wearing a white suit gestured at a shorter pale woman in a black suit next to her. “…will read the questions.” Dana Sharp, the woman in white, stood at a wooden podium with a deep red background. She raised her arms as if to gesture at her…

Sunny Recruit

Kyle sat alone at a small table in a barren coffee shop. Golden sunlight dragged long shadows across the empty tables and chairs. Dozens of pedestrians wandered by, their shadows sliding over the lone, bookish man. He wore a well-fitting burgundy tweed suit with a bright violet bow-tie and he nervously fidgeted with a small…