He dreamed of his fairy child just before waking. She was dancing with otherworldly grace on a tightrope high above his head. He was not afraid that she would fall, but was frustrated that he could not see her better,… Continue Reading
I discovered his magic by accident. Tom didn’t like to show off. He was the sort of next-door neighbor you waved to when you both happened to arrive home at the same time. Nearing fifty, he spoke with eyes blue,… Continue Reading
She paused on the street, suitcase at her feet, crying under her dark glasses. She had spent an unpleasant morning packing a few rumpled clothes, old photos and a few faded letters, leaving it till almost the last minute, an hour… Continue Reading
It was a mess an hour ago down at the campground. Kids yelling, huge RVs, garbage spilling out of the trash cans. Mother said, “You’d think these people would know better. They’re supposed to love nature if they’re in the… Continue Reading
It is the end of a four mile cross country run on a mild September afternoon in 1967, it’s 100 yards up a moderate slope on a wide green meadow to the finish line where the coaches and a handful… Continue Reading
George sat in his chair, having already pushed the lever, and didn’t really look at anything. The bright lights and throngs of people registered in his brain like a TV movie that played only for the purpose of background noise.… Continue Reading
Simet felt him coming closer every day. Dreams troubled her; they seemed like messages sent ahead by Moritz from every dark waystation on his infernal high road towards home. He had broken himself on the wheels of vanity and falsehood,… Continue Reading
The black arrowhead strung deep across George’s chest on a brown, gnarled cord, its outline sharp and pointed. He was sipping on his fourth whiskey and staring into the pockmarked wood of the bar top. Everyone knew who he was.… Continue Reading
Marcus Hook, PA, USA. “Bobby. That Camaro that just came in. Go pull the radio. And the seats. Anything good on the body, mark it before Grover okays it for the crusher.” I nod my head and walk over the… Continue Reading
Antonio and his co-workers sit in his kitchen around a small worn wooden table. They are there after work to enjoy some mate, and to wind down after a long day at the shop. This has been part of their… Continue Reading