On a bright April morning, Paul Cromartie watched Tidying Up with Marie Kondo for the umpteenth time. He decided it would be the last. He canceled his Netflix account, unplugged his television, and placed it by the door. Someone would… Continue Reading
“My life is a sham.” Those were the first words that Martin ever said to me. I must admit, they caught me off guard. Partly this is because Martin had lived with me for years without ever uttering a syllable.… Continue Reading
She knew the credit card number by heart; had memorized it for quicker, stealthier online purchases. In the darkness, her cell phone screen glowed a tinge of blue, highlighting her cheekbones and casting cavernous circles for eyes. Her husband, John,… Continue Reading
Eli has driven hours to be here, where rocks jut into the glassy Connecticut River on a still December evening. He cannot stand himself anywhere else, and he does not know what to do next. The deepening dusk is a… Continue Reading
Fred sighed and rubbed the ball of fire in his lower back and opened the door. In the short term losing the job could be good for his back, no more hunching at a desk all day, but long term?… Continue Reading
Niles Dansforth got the notice at lunch. As of tomorrow he was to join the millions of dedicated Americans on the Dole. He was being laid off. Permanently. His career at Dynamicolor Broadcasting Corporation was prematurely ejected. Two and a… Continue Reading