Worthy’s mother has agreed to listen to her book report and give her feedback. They sit down to begin — the phone rings. Her mother picks it up. No one answers. She smiles at Worthy and shrugs her shoulders. Worthy… Continue Reading
“Grandpa, tell us the story!” Myles demanded. “Yeah! The story!” Emma added. Charlie Grafton sat with his grandkids in his empty second-storey bedroom. He eyed the younglings through thick glasses. “What story?” From the base of the ladder out in… Continue Reading
The third time I walked past the library, I noticed she was still sitting there… reading glasses pushed into her short curly hair, tray of cupcakes in front of her… alone. “Hello,” I said, sitting down on the seat closest… Continue Reading
Chester couldn’t help being a Peeping Tom. This impulse would come over him and swoosh: up into a tree he went. He had never been caught, so he never had to answer for seeing Sara Beth’s bare shoulders, or Parker… Continue Reading
“Papa’s walking around the garden with his eyes closed again.” Elyse thanks Marianne and hurries outside. “Lazare! You must keep your eyes open. It’s the only way your seeing will get better.” “There’s so much to look at. Sometimes I… Continue Reading
The map on the wall had already begun to slip, curling at one edge as it pulled away from the painted white brick. “So, that’s where she is,” his best friend Evan muttered as Judd grabbed two cold beers from… Continue Reading
The painting in the living room gave me a funny feeling. It followed me around the room like those pictures with eyes that never look away. Only this painting had no eyes. It was a swirl of reds and pinks… Continue Reading
Lord Dalius burst through the heavy oak doors of his keep, gasping for breath. He’d had to run lest too many people see him in such a state. “That wretched hag!” he shouted into the emptiness. With a quivering breath… Continue Reading
…and it should have been Kokura, but it was overcast, though it was cloudy here, too, but not cloudy enough, so by the time I returned home from business, it was all gone, everything, and like so many others, I… Continue Reading
What she liked most about Ken Krieg? He didn’t mind she was taller or a volleyball star. Eating Buddhist cuisine in Buffalo, he told her flat as their food, “I want to marry you, work on Wall Street, and live… Continue Reading