They sat on the couch staring at the television, he in baggy pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt, she in a faded flannel nightgown and a pair of his black socks. “It’s getting chilly,” she said. “Uh-huh. You want me to… Continue Reading
Don’t go on a date with a co-worker. It’s obvious advice, but it bears repeating because I know you’ll end up doing it one day. “But this guy is different. It’s worth the risk,” you’ll say. No, he is not… Continue Reading
I’m one (perhaps the last one) of those genetically mutated humans who thrives on cellulose and ink to the exclusion of all other food. When Papa died in ’90, I bought a huge collection of books at the Ossing estate… Continue Reading
“Oh, look. A new study finds that sugar causes depression. How about that, May. I guess we’ll have to quit eating sugar. We don’t want depression. Depression will kill ya.” Harold’s hands tapped his viewing screen, making it scroll. “Yes… Continue Reading
When I slipped on the missing slipper and took my place by my prince’s side, I had no idea just how much I’d be wearing the things afterwards. Nobody ever told me a princess was on her feet so much… Continue Reading
Amy Ford woke up dead. It was immediately obvious she was dead. Her mind went through a number of distinct memories: driving high on methamphetamine, wrapping her car around a tree, and being flung onto the road. She remembered thinking,… Continue Reading
Although it is wet and windy, Bader drives along the highway, window wound down, head poking into the gust, tongue lolling out, soaking it all in. It is one of the disadvantages of being a dog in his previous life.… Continue Reading
Dear Miss Louise, I know I told you this already when you visited with your church group, but I’ve been thinking on it, and decided to write the church in hopes the letter will get to you so I can… Continue Reading
I’m hanging from the railing of a deck. At a chateau in a state where I don’t live. On a vacation that I was coerced to come on. Pissing and shitting my pants. A man reaches for me. Our wives… Continue Reading
“Don’t you love being a pink monkey?” declared County Paris, flying over Lady Capulet’s orchard. “Shall we make mischief?” Romeo flew low under an envious moon. “This pink monkey has better things to do!” Paris flew alongside. “Like what?” “Oh… Continue Reading