What am I doing? My mission is to make basic accounting and financial knowledge accessible to all without exception. I hope for a world of more dignity and freedom of choice for all — whether the financial and economic system stays the same or changes. …

December 29, 2014 was a Monday. It was noon when the plane landed at Birmingham International. I was a long way from my Mommy in the Philippines. I had come to join my ex-boyfriend in the city some people call, lovingly, Brum. …

New York City, Meatpacking District Just around sunset Jackson angled to the left and jumped over a pile of rubble. Slick sweat running down his temples, he shouted behind him. “Ira, cut west, cut west!” They had to get home. “Okay!” The pot-bellied figure that ran a few feet behind…

New York City, Times Square SafeZone 2081 Thursday 19h25 Aminah squirmed in her seat and surreptitiously tapped her ring. “Honey, quit that. You know better. The show’s about to start,” her mother said. Aminah sighed and slumped in her chair, slightly annoyed that she would have to check her messages…

New York City 2057 She yelled into his ear again. He was late, she screeched, and he had parked too far away. The man held the phone away from him for a moment, and then replied calmly. Stop being hysterical, he told her — he had arrived. He tapped the…

Well, that’s it for now. Thanks for reading, and more thanks for comments and feedback. I’ve one or two structural changes planned, where the Story didn’t quite come out the way it was meant to. And there is sculpting, paring, trimming, buffing and polishing to do. All in due course. First, tomorrow, an appointment with the doctor to check my head.

Her eyes were closed to the world, but her mind was fanned out, porous and active. Images played and replayed in her memory. Eddie shouting at her. “I hate you!” Eddie running. Eddie in the rain on the roofdeck of an old house, head hung down. Eddie far, far away. …

WASHINGTON, DC BUNKERLAND Guy Haverford dragged himself in. “Ah, Pritchard. We took a gamble and lost, didn’t we?” “We were right, Chief.” The Chief laughed feebly. “Don’t move! Headstrong man.” “I missed you,” the Chief said. “Who’s this… this fella?” His one good eyebrow rose as he looked down to…

WASHINGTON, DC “You were the Secretary of Transportation and Communication and you just had to be a creature, didn’t you! Damn you, Jon!” President William Walsh III muttered under his breath as he strode down the hall into the buzzing ops room. “CAN ANYONE CUT THAT THING OFF? Someone!” He…