There Might Be Another Way (a short story)
Pia had slept as late as she dared on a Sunday. She slipped into a pew halfway up the right side of the chapel just…
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Pia had slept as late as she dared on a Sunday. She slipped into a pew halfway up the right side of the chapel just…
I observed the customers walking into the coffee shop like an evening rush hour. The potent smell of brewing espresso lit my nostrils on fire.…
Sandra got out of the passenger side of the mid-size luxury SUV parked in the back lot of the high school. She squirted germ-x on…
I had imagined it to be different. There had always been times when I saw him rush in, approach someone, and rush out. Sometimes he…
“So, what are we doing today?” Nikki asks. I stare at myself in the salon mirror. “Just a trim,” I answer. A few minutes later,…
Seriously, how the hell do you lose someone like Larry? The boy didn’t know the meaning of quiet. The last time she saw him, he…
The night was dark and empty, no moon floating over the ragged desert hills, not even stars; no bird calls, no crickets, no wind. The…
A Tribute to Gogol Photo by Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash Semyon son of Semyon stumbled to the end of the street yelling – —…
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