We occupied the café, waiting, as always waiting, bathed in music constantly spinning from the Wurlitzer 1015, the Bubbler, the smells of bacon and coffee ever present. We waited on doom, on disaster, on mobilization to rescue the hapless. We… Continue Reading
The gate to anywhere else but here pulses in syncopated rhythm. Male models in kilts and heavy boots stand on either side, enticing passersby. The gate beguiles Trina, whose unease with her life presents as clothing that does not fit,… Continue Reading
Let me tell you a story, Brigit, one I’ve never shared before. The TSA line is long but you have hours before your flight to Ireland. Closed doors are forbidden doors. The door to Gran’s room was always firmly shut… Continue Reading
“For christ’s sake.” I shrugged my irritation away. “Let’s try it again.” Moody sat on the cold sidewalk, the denuded flower stalk in one hand, swabbing his damp eyes with the other. “She doesn’t love me!” I handed him another… Continue Reading