“God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.” —J.M. Barrie The question isn’t, can she do it? She knows she can, just as that every morning her son wakes, she hopes it will be his last. Such thoughts are evil,… Continue Reading
Ignoring her burning tongue, she sipped her hot coffee. The open window of the coffee shop gave her an unobstructed view of the street. They sat there, across the street—holding hands—out in public—for the world to see, no doubt celebrating.… Continue Reading
Ted struck a match and held it up. The glow of the flame bounced off his glasses, illuminating his pointy nose. He flicked the match into the night. When its ember died out, he lit another one. Dinah tried her phone one… Continue Reading
“And this is Jim Lange signing off! See you next week on The Dating Game!” Sergeant Ted Bernard, LAPD, leaned forward. “Very entertaining, Al. So?” Al Murphy flicked a switch and the tape stopped playing. The police department black and… Continue Reading
Through a window of the mill Kayla saw a figure approaching on the path by the river. Dried blood caked one side of his face and streaked his homespun shirt. Looking down, he stepped hesitantly as if unsure of his… Continue Reading
I always felt stupid around Ron, but for a long time I didn’t know it was stupid. I thought it was love. When Ron and I met we were both eighteen and freshmen. The meeting was the first mistake, I… Continue Reading
She had known in the end, of course, had climbed into the car with no more ceremony than if we had been going on a picnic. She said she was glad to be out, the fresh air was a joy.… Continue Reading
“You know,” said William, “I bought this axe years ago from that Mom ‘n Pop store down the road. Ran me about twenty bucks, but it’s eaten its fair share o’ wood, and it still holds an edge.” He flicked… Continue Reading
I was dead. Lying on the floor thinking: why me? It seemed so unfair. There were so many things I wanted to do with my life. It was too late now. There was no one to give me the kiss… Continue Reading
Tamas, dark river Bringing the Isis to the London Eye Sailing the skulls of babies out to sea. *** Under the empty stare of the London Eye, in the shadow of Westminster Bridge, two men in Savile Row suits were… Continue Reading