HERO • by Dave Matthew Jordan
My red curls fall over the pages of the Aqua Force comic I’m reading at our lake house when I hear the newsman on TV talk about two women rescuing a boy trapped under a car. “The two women sprang… Continue Reading
My red curls fall over the pages of the Aqua Force comic I’m reading at our lake house when I hear the newsman on TV talk about two women rescuing a boy trapped under a car. “The two women sprang… Continue Reading
He slowly opened his eyes. They burned as he tried to focus on something. On anything. Everything was a blurred shade of green. Wiping away the blood, he could see a little clearer. Intense pain radiated from his forehead. An… Continue Reading
Balancing her backpack and the box of doughnuts from Krispy Kreme, Jenny opened the door to the cramped student apartment she shared with Mark. She was surprised to see him still sitting at the kitchen table, two laptops going full… Continue Reading
It’s always a struggle first thing in the morning. These stiff, arthritic knees take time to warm up, to loosen, to bend. I’m out of bed now and moving around. The nurses in the home tell me that there are… Continue Reading
It was the dead of night, when everything good and clean went to bed and everything else came out to play. This wasn’t the choicest part of town but there were worse places to be. She was all legs and… Continue Reading
We were in a real bind. Grandma was having one of them spells, and there was no way we could get her to the hospital in the city. The hurricane had knocked out the electricity and the phone line. We… Continue Reading
The plan suddenly made sense. “So… I’m bait?” I asked. I stood, shoulders slouched, hands in pockets, engulfed by the shadows of five colossal warriors in our lantern-lit war-tent. “No, you’re not bait,” Alruc said. “You’re our vanguard!” He threw… Continue Reading
I recognized the waitress. Allison or Anna. “Hey, how are you? Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said. I took off my heavy winter coat and scarf and settled into the diner booth. “Fine. I haven’t seen you in… Continue Reading
The washboard dirt road bumps me farther into the acreage of the desert nursery. Thickets of scrub oak form a sound barrier, dimming the roar of traffic from the highway. My breathing slows as my anger dissipates, but my face… Continue Reading
I didn’t like to see her go like that, but perhaps it was for the best. Drowning’s meant to be a good way, but I don’t see how. All that salt water up the nose, and the panic. Though she… Continue Reading