Cora pushed her hair from her eyes and examined the eighteen-inch-high white neon letters, all capitals, floating dead center in the display windows; the left window, PSYCHIC, the right window, BARBER. Even though they seemed a matched set, Cora was… Continue Reading
Each time they make love it is the same: his vigorous young body blanketing hers, her plaid skirt pulled up, his red bicycle on its side, forgotten momentarily. You are my obsession, my love, An bpósfaidh tú mé. His bold… Continue Reading
“Someone has taken our table.” She spoke through me, as if to a ghost of herself standing behind me. Her eyes hardened under a glacial frost — gritty, grating winter. Her lips pressed whitely together, crinkling the edges of her… Continue Reading
“You really don’t believe in any of it?” Michael asked. “In any of what?” “In signs. Superstitions.” Anna thought of the robin that flew through the open window yesterday as they were eating breakfast and the three gulls that flew… Continue Reading
A carton of milk. A God Damn Carton of Milk! Who’d have thought going out for a carton of milk would have gotten me in such deep trouble? I was lying on the couch watching one of those junky daytime… Continue Reading
“Fuck you, Miller! I’m not speeding up. You’re dragging.” Jake jumps up and kicks the drum stand. The snare crashes to the floor. “Fucking loser,” he says, stomping out the door. Not this shit again. I put down the mike… Continue Reading
We had spent the last three years chasing the ghost of a good thing. It still haunted the dark corners of our small apartment. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye, or… Continue Reading