The Delirious Cynics

By Mike Bozart

A 60-something male befriends a 50-something female online. The two Pittsburgh residents both have not-so-positive attitudes regarding humanity, which they perversely enjoy. On a gray winter day, they decide to advance their cyber-friendship to something more in a meetup. All seems to be going well. Oh, the strange things that one shall ingest. In jest. Rating: PG-13. Word count per MS Word: 2929.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mike Bozart
• Release date: Jan 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005435165

Mike Bozart

Mike Bozart was born in the tidewater area of Virginia (US Navy kid) on a hot afternoon in 1964. He attended a mix of public and Catholic grade schools. After graduating with an Earth Science degree from UNC-Charlotte in 1986, he started doing safety technical writing.Former residences in North Carolina include Raleigh, Greensboro, Wilmington, Carolina Beach, Etowah and Asheville. Charlotte is his current residence. He has also lived in downtown San Francisco (early '90s).Mike has written numerous surreal poem-stories and over a dozen 1500-word quasi-real short stories under the psecret psociety heading. Gold, his first novel, was rough-drafted in just 27 days during a seven-week period (May 23 – July 11, 2013).Mike's first novella was To Morrow Tomorrow (2014); his second was Mysterieau of San Francisco (2015).Mike does artwork under the nom de brosse of m. van tryke.The author is happily remarried (Sharon) with a son (Kirk).

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Final draft transcribed, and e-published, in January 2022

The Delirious Cynics

by Mike Bozart

© 2022 Mike Bozart

Sixty-one-year-old, bald-save-for-patchy-sideburns, semi-portly, Caucasian, retired industrial mechanic, childless-and-single-once-again-after-a-second-agonizing-divorce Donald O. Nald looks across the sluggishly-flowing-with-sporadic-wafer-thin-ice-sheets, gelid, southern passage of the Ohio River at a still-and-silent-as-if-in-suspended-electrification-animation Brunot Island from his hillside 2nd story apartment in the Sheraden neighborhood of northwestern Pittsburgh on an algid January Saturday morning in 2019. He muses as a flock of species-indiscernible, small, dark-winged birds fly southeastward (upstream, trending for the mouth of the Monongahela River) across the mostly cloudy northern sky. Should I tell Margie [a 54-year-old widow who he met online five months prior] what I entered on that free-to-all