My grandmother kept a satchel in her room. It sat by the door collecting dust. Inside she had packed a change of undergarments, a nightgown, several pairs of knee-high socks, a cotton blouse, a plain skirt with an elastic waistband,… Continue Reading
The man sat down at his desk. The office was grey. The man turned on his computer. The computer said: Hello, Man. The man wrote back: Hello. Is it today? The computer replied: No. Time passed. Another man, a man… Continue Reading
“They’ve got old Blackbeard’s head on display on a gibbet down at the Hampton River dock,” Adolf Harting remarked, looking up from his newsletter at the dinner table. “That’s nice, dear,” his wife replied absently as she cleared the remnants… Continue Reading
It was always nicer to see him from far away, and so I walked away. From there he was small, so I reached out and grabbed him and placed him in my breast pocket. I supposed he was lonely there… Continue Reading
When the bus dropped me off, I checked the mail for my grandma as I always did. In the stack, there was a letter for me, which felt odd and exciting. Letters don’t come often for most sixteen-year-olds. It was… Continue Reading
“Come on! I can’t believe we’re having this discussion again. You mind keeping it down?” A very nice vase is thrown against the wall. “Seriously? I’m trying to catch up on Game of Thrones and you’re throwing stuff now? That… Continue Reading
It is nearly impossible to remain motionless, though I’m persistent in trying. Even as I hold my breath and concentrate away a blink, my crossed leg tics. It’s barely perceptible, but the slight tide of blood causes my dangling foot… Continue Reading
This is it. I turn my back to them, twist my wrists against the rope and give Churchill’s vee. I am to be their last spiteful act before they flee from the guns of my advancing countrymen. A hand’s width… Continue Reading
A new drink appeared in stores and quickly became popular. Despite its thickness and off-grey color with wispy globs of red, folks were enamored by the shape of the bottles and its provocative name written in jagged blue italics below… Continue Reading
The warehouse was a menagerie of costumes, each section sorted by genus and each rack coordinated by color. Equines began with a snow white palomino and ended with a midnight Shetland, all clean and neatly organized. The kingdom stretched an… Continue Reading