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THE LOVE OF MONEY: By Henry Gribbin

Friday, November 11th, 2011

I am a lawyer.  I come from a family of lawyers that date back hundreds of years.  For all that time my family have taken care of the needs of a select few clientele, namely several families of very wealthy and powerful vampires.  These vampire families date back even further in time than my family, and in all these years they have amassed great fortunes.  It is my job, as a human attorney, to take care of all legal and financial matters for them.  Great secrecy is involved in handling their affairs because very few humans know of the existence of these creatures.

One of the things I do is prepare wills for them.  The few people who know what I do and for whom often wonder about this aspect of my job.  But it is easy to explain.  A vampire can live a very long time, but they can not stay in the same residence for an eternity.  When the time comes when they must move on or arouse suspicion, I write a will, sell their properties, and they move on to another location where they will not be recognized.  Vampires shun publicity, and the few vampires that could not grasp this fact met an untimely end.

Everything was going well for me.  The vampires were happy with my work, and even though I was not married and had no children, I was happy.  Then something happened which changed my life, namely I fell in love.  I did not fall in love with a vampire, but I fell in love with their money.  I could not stop thinking what I could do with all that money, billions and billions of it.  To put it simply, I stole it all.  I had all the account numbers and access codes so it was no big deal in simply moving all those funds into an account I made for myself.  Then I left and went on a spending spree that could never be rivaled again.

A few years went by and I was always one step ahead of the vampires.  They were a relentless lot, and there were a few close calls.  In Sarasota, Florida I almost got caught checking out of a hotel, and in Portland, Oregon I had to wear a disguise to get out of the airport.  They were some close calls, but it made the game more exciting.

Now, if you are reading this story it means that the vampires finally caught up with me.  But I have no complaints.  It was one hell of a ride.

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©2011 Henry Gribbin

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RED SKY: By Henry Peter Gribbin

Friday, October 28th, 2011

I live alone in the woods.  I am not a hermit, not even close.  I have all the modern conveniences anyone could hope for.  I also own a dog, a beagle I named June.  Together we live in a cabin by a lake.  We have neighbors who come to visit and town is only a short ride away.  It is, or was, a nice rustic life I had built for myself.

There is a dock down by the lake, and June and I like sitting there at sunset.  It is a pretty sight, especially in the summer.  Anyway, time passed and autumn came.  June and I still sat at the dock in the evening hours.  Now, usually in November we never got that much sun.  It was usually cloudy and all together not so cold.  June and I were sitting at the dock at sundown.  For some reason June got kind of jumpy.  She kept looking up at the clouds to the east.  To the west the last remnants of the sun was setting with just a little red glow peeping out of the clouds.  June got jumpier and she still looked at the clouds to the east.  I turned around to take a look.  There was a red glow shimmering through the cloud banks.  June started whimpering, and I started getting a little nervous.  We left the dock and went inside.  I took one last look.  The red glow was still there, and it was getting stronger.

I put the television on.  There were no news reports.  I then called some neighbors.  They all noticed the red glow but knew nothing as to what was causing it.  I hung up the phone and tried to think.  To the east were mountains.  They were miles away, but very majestic.  They were also the victim of mountain top removal mining.  Basically, what that meant was that the tops of the mountains were torn off and pushed down the sides so men could get at the coal.  It was not a pretty sight when they were done.  Anyway, June and I settled in for the night.

THEY came in the early morning hours.  June and I heard them before we saw them.  We knew something bad was coming so I packed some food and supplies for me and June.  We left the cabin in a hurry and headed for the woods.  The noise, like that of  gigantic screeching birds, kept getting louder.  Then we saw them.  Dragons.  Many, many dragons flew overhead.  Within seconds my cottage went up in flames.  The dragons flew on to the west.  June and I headed east.

Sometimes things should be left alone.  Mountains are one such thing.  They were formed eons ago by natural forces.  But sometimes they were formed to bury things which were not meant to see the light of day again.  Dragons are a good example.  Just ask me and June.

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©2011 Henry Peter Gribbin

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