Close Encounter
Mom said something. “Ok,” I answered, stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. Then one more step toward the door. CRASH! Shards of shattered glass rained down on the...
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Animal Dilemmas – Swan Penguin
Short Story For a first time in its life the Penguin felt tired. And it somehow knew that that is not temporary fatigue. The bulb was one thing but it merely served as an...
Esperanto – Chapter 4
And so they do. Both walk past him and into the room to find Beatha still sitting in her chair. She raises her face she’d buried in her palms. – Are we unloading according...
A Helicopter Ride at Rye Playland
Flashing red lights. Beeping horns. Bells. I pull the bar; the helicopter car rises. I push the bar; the car drops. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Around, around, around my...
Gin And Jazz
Short Story I pulled the needle over to the record. It scratched as it spun. Two greats in duet. It had a sweet swell of suspicion to the tone of the cornet. I...
