Watching her husband disappear into the expensive view with his empty briefcase, Janice rolled her lips between her teeth, pulled off her high heels, and uncorked the half empty bottle of wine. It was Europe after all. Europeans drank on… Continue Reading
I saw her for the second time in six years at a record store south of Old Town, near the Jazz, Blues and Standards section, leafing past Glen Miller and Thelonius Monk. She was dressed in beige and had her… Continue Reading
Laura was on the phone with her boyfriend when the baby let out a sharp wail. She rushed down the hall, picked up her crying daughter from the crib, cooed “There, sweetie, it’s okay.” Then she saw blood dripping from… Continue Reading
“I know her,” Karissa said. I made a show of looking past the moderately attractive woman sitting at three o’clock before turning back to Karissa. “From where?” “The gym,” she whispered before squinting to get a better look. “Oh…” “What?”… Continue Reading
My dad keeps falling off of his roof. He’s a white-collared warehouse office man now, but most of his life he spent doing blue collar work and blue collar work allows for meals thick in meat and lined in fat,… Continue Reading
A red glove pummelled Jake’s ribs, then another socked his chin before the bell went ‘ding’ with him still standing. Like every muscle in Jake’s body, his head now throbbed to its own rasping beat. The exuberant cheers of the… Continue Reading
“Yes, I’m here to look at your Eakins,” the little man at the door said. He was old with a bald head and a messy gray mustache. Dockers and a cheap polo shirt were his attire. The man looked strong,… Continue Reading
Asleep. Running. Chasing bushy-tail-nut-thing. It runs up leafy-tall-thing. STAY OUT OF PACK-PLACE! STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY! Much fun to chase bushy-tails. Wait… Something Not Right. Must go back to Awake-Place now. *** Awake. Something Not Right. Stand, sniff, listen. Don’t… Continue Reading
The Prince rushed in, closed the glass door behind him, and stomped his boots. Snow melted into his black jacket and gray hair. He breathed the warm air of the greenhouse in great mouthfuls. It tasted sweet and earthy, but… Continue Reading
A piece of brown paper torn from the grocery sack. “What’s that?” she asked. “What?” “What do you mean ‘what’? You just swiped at it with your hand. That note on the table. What is it?” He studied it like… Continue Reading