Voices From The Day: Monroe Stories, #3

By Matthew Buza

Voices From The Day is an anthology of short stories and vignettes from a small Pacific Northwest mountain town.

 

The stories cover the trials of a new father, a surprise meeting of lovers in the park, a store clerk fearing death, a woman searching for meaning, and many others.

 

All around, our lives intertwine like tiny knots. They twist into new forms revealing hidden truths that resonate to the core. These are the people you pass. They are the friends you wish you had. They are you and me. Enjoy them all in, Voices From The Day.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matthew Buza
• Release date: Nov 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215571170

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Voices From The Day

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MATTHEW BUZA

Copyright © 2022 by Matthew Buza.

All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

For information, contact: www.matthewbuza.com

Book by Matthew Buza

Cover Design by Matthew Buza

All artwork was created by Matthew Buza using Midjourney. All artwork is free to use. I do not profit from any AI artwork. It is presented here for the reader’s enjoyment.

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First Edition: November 2022

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Contents

Morning

The Woman

What Do You Want?

It’s Cold Out

The Shadowed Home

A Chance Meeting

The Grocery

Quiet

The Taco Man

The World In A Cart

The Lake

Faster

Under The Stars

About the Author

The following is a collection of short stories and vignettes. You can imagine them all taking place within a single day. Picture yourself stopping at a traffic light and seeing a conversation happening across the way. Somehow you can magically eavesdrop on the scene. That’s what I imagined as I wrote. I hope you enjoy the collection.

Voices From The Day

By: Matthew Buza

Morning

Why does every day have to start with the same blue-grey light bleeding through my drawn shades? And the rain, that cold Pacific Northwest rain, endlessly pattering on my windowsill. I can almost feel it mist in my eyes.

My shoulder hurts from working out last night, and my feet are killing me from chasing those kids all day. I don’t want to move. But at least I have the dog at my feet, my loyal foot warmer. If I move, I’ll wake her. She’ll think it’s eating time and jump to the ground to shake herself silly, jingling her collar like a dinner bell. That collar has been the catalyst to waking that baby more than a few times. Not today. I’ll take the warm feet in exchange for the annoying patter. It seems fair to me. I’ll even eat the shoulder pain too. I’m a generous man.

Outside are the sounds of the crows in the cedar tree. They are watching my back door, waiting for the dog to be let out. She’ll scuttle off after them, warn them with a few barks to stay out of her yard, and then shit beneath the kid’s swing. But until that door opens, they will continue to poke through the grass, looking for any lost worms. We’re all waiting and watching. We’re all looking at the same muted scene. The birds watch to the