The problem with friendships was the invisible boundary lines and the unscripted definitions that everyone seemed to understand. Everyone except Thelma, who found them mystifying. It hadn’t always been so complicated. On her first day at school, Jenny Smith sat… Continue Reading
Oscar stood in the atrium of the central branch of the city library. It was midnight and the only illumination came from amber lights along the walls and the red Exit signs, creating a surreal glow. Oscar inhaled the slight… Continue Reading
Molly smiled when she saw the package was from her best friend Katie. Tomorrow was Molly’s birthday. Because of this pandemic they wouldn’t be able to get together for dinner. A week ago Katie had called to ask how she… Continue Reading
I see her in the twisted remains of the dermatologist’s office, surrounded by ash and steel. Smoke still hangs low in the air. The fire marshal gave the all-clear to return early in the morning, and now, as the sun… Continue Reading
The story of the world is the story of the water and the stone. They were here before the plants and the creatures and it was their world. But they were not friends. The water was quick and curious, rushing… Continue Reading
Don Hartford @UncleDoninIndiana · Sept 17 Today Kyle showed up at house w/mother. Lovely woman. Different than expected/pictured. Kyle been exaggerating? Possibly! Brought cake for birthday. How great to be surprised? Sometimes think seen all life can offer & feel… Continue Reading
“Come on, Teagan Jane. Let’s go.” Jarrett pulled me to my feet. “Where are we going?” It was the last Saturday night of the summer. Senior year started next week. “Let’s just go. I can’t be still anymore.” I let… Continue Reading
Jane, my best friend ever since junior high, cornered me after work to ask what was going on. She hadn’t seen nor heard from me in weeks. She and others must have left me a million text messages. I never… Continue Reading
Mah shoots. I check to make sure he’s behind the line. He catches me peeking and points to the footprint his damp sock has left behind. It was fair. “Fine,” I say. “Come on bro.” There’s too much emphasis on… Continue Reading
Matthew and John met under the Fourth Street bridge as they often did. But this was no ordinary meeting. Tonight was a special occasion. Each man carried a cardboard box under his arm which had been wrapped up in great… Continue Reading