The wolf clambered across the roof of the brick house, wriggled into the chimney, fell and plunged into a cauldron of boiling water. The three pigs cheered, their beady eyes flashing within the deep recesses of their doughy faces, as… Continue Reading
“Faye Taylor!” “Yes?” “Someone bailed you out.” The policeman unlocked the holding cell and swung the door open. “What? How?” The cop jerked a thumb at the exit. “Talk to the officer out front.” “Um, thanks.” Faye wandered to the… Continue Reading
The white house was spacious, well-adorned, and beautiful, but they made Lily live under the stairs. Her family said it was her fault. She’d been damningly different from her beginning. When she brought in the little bird who’d fallen from… Continue Reading
It was the third time that week she sat next to me on the train. I think I was falling in love with her. Not the usual kind, the kind where you fall in love and regret it in a… Continue Reading
We were good for a while till the shaking and the noise. The noise was deafening. My coffee cup turned over and the file cabinet dipped to the floor, spilling its contents like one of our hungover brokers. I grabbed… Continue Reading
So kind, that Cadillac, slowed to give our girl her last ride. Cemeteries are green and peaceful, belying the tears that are left in their grasses. The gathering was small, Cathy and I were newcomers to town. Our girl was… Continue Reading
“I can do a cartwheel, want to see?” The little girl turned hand over feet across the playground. She cartwheeled three times and landed on her knees, smiling over her shoulder. I wondered who this little girl was and why… Continue Reading
I was at the park and saw so many men with huge holes in their chests, playing their games. So much happened through the holes… Some had poles through them and were carried along, with their feet dangling on the… Continue Reading
“I read minds,” I told the man across from me at the speed-dating table. He cocked his head skeptically. “I do. Literally. Think of a number.” He did and I read him. “Three-point-one-four-one-five-nine,” I said immediately. That was pi, an… Continue Reading
It was Sunday. Since Brad worked long hours during the week, Sunday was their date night, or to be precise, their date morning. This was the routine: they’d start their day with coffee in bed, reading poetry to one another… Continue Reading