Nobody believes you. Why would they? You stand in court. The jury, their faces shining in the artificial light, stare at you, inspect you, look for the slightest twitch, sigh, or exhale to show that you’re guilty. To show that… Continue Reading
I watched Jerry in silent awe, amazed by the quickness of his fingers across the keys. Back straight, elbows relaxed at his sides, he made what he did look effortless. He was the master, though — there was no denying… Continue Reading
Smoke started coming out of the Corolla’s vents on the freeway and I was still in my costume. To make matters worse, I couldn’t fly. Since Mom kicked me out I had been living at the Sunrise Motel and spending… Continue Reading
Dear Miss Louise, I know I told you this already when you visited with your church group, but I’ve been thinking on it, and decided to write the church in hopes the letter will get to you so I can… Continue Reading
You ignore the NO PARKING sign and drive our aging mini-van behind the dumpster swelling with trash. “Wait here,” you tell me, like I have somewhere to go. You limp toward the motel office. Your ankle’s stiff from the drive.… Continue Reading
The bastards knocked first. Of course, they knew they had us by the balls. “Backup’s still ten minutes away.” Ferguson said through clenched teeth. His jaw twitched, nearly white as his knuckles which gripped his gun. “I don’t get paid… Continue Reading
Laughing Larry earned his nickname by being the most miserable soul in Shoreditch. He was not a philanthropist. He was not an animal lover. So when I saw him lobbing a beefsteak over a ten foot wall I was interested.… Continue Reading
Carter probably shouldn’t have taken it. Better judgment, reason, instinct — hell, even conscience had all told him no, that grabbing this wasn’t worth the trouble, that the fence wouldn’t even be able to move it. Of course, Carter took… Continue Reading
No matter how hard she tried, the dust always floated in her house. It glittered about in the early morning sun that pierced the kitchen window. It hung in the air like a fairy born on wings powered, not by… Continue Reading
Jack Coggins is skitzing into his thirty-sixth hour without sleep, fried on crank, driving the Escalade he stole in Texarkana, driving hard, driving himself harder. The last twelve hours fit his mind like mismatched pieces of a jigsaw puzzle stomped… Continue Reading