I’m half-dressed and half in the bottle when the Federales pound on the door, shouting for my roommate, Angel Rios. You think you know a person, I think to myself, but then I think I don’t really know why they’ve… Continue Reading
My father sets a cardboard box on the floor of the kitchen, and crouches beside it. With his hand on the lid, he lays down the rules. We will raise the contents — emitting muffled peeps — until they are… Continue Reading
We all know toddlers can be picky eaters. This can be a challenge to any parent in the best of times. During the zombie apocalypse, this personality quirk can become well-nigh impossible to deal with. So when my little Mortimer… Continue Reading
I was killing time at a dinner party when I first encountered the wooden rabbit. I found myself wandering through Ted and Jerry’s house, wineglass in hand, peering at framed photographs on the wall, inspecting curios on shelves, and reading… Continue Reading
Harris knew his life was over as soon I tapped him on the shoulder. “I’ve got something to say to you.” “Why me? Why now? I’ve written all my letters, sent all my mail, said all my prayers.” “I don’t… Continue Reading
One Husky puppy wears a charcoal mask and has a tail like a question mark covered in frost. He patrols the yard’s perimeter barking at passing planes and searching for escape routes under the fence, every bit the wolf I… Continue Reading
Frank, tall and spare, with sparkling black eyes and thick silvery hair is married to short, airy Geraldine who has pale blue eyes and a wild mop of dyed-red hair. Geraldine is already shouting as they enter our apartment block,… Continue Reading
Lank summited Esk Fell. He stood for a moment on the top to look around. But he could barely see anything. All was black smoke. There were blinking lights, like LEDs, of the conurbation below. He breathed. In. Out. His… Continue Reading
The IHOP disappeared first, the one Jake went to with Momma and Daddy, then just Daddy, the few times he’d been back. The waitress at the diner up the road had no memory of it. Yes, she was sure, and… Continue Reading
The For Sale sign hangs askew and swings lazily in the early morning breeze that shimmies over the Dolores Mountains and runs down the long valley where the wild horses kick their heels. By the time the wind reaches the… Continue Reading