Time for Us
Short Story John spoke with his back to Danny, but met his eyes in the mirror. “I don’t want to play the hits, I want to play what I want to play. Jesus it’s been...
Tagged: short fiction
Dates and Times
Short Story I leave for work everyday at 7:45. It’s four and a half blocks away. I always arrive at 8:15, which gives me fifteen minutes to get settled. At 7:56 everyday, I see...
For Closure
Short Story The fireworks went off every year about ten blocks away from our house. None of the neighborhood was too tall, so we could watch them from our windows. Dad said we couldn’t...
Route 10 (a fiction snippet trilogy)
Travel Fiction ROUTE 10 WEST TEXAS Last time I was here I was with my closest friends in a band, deciding on a whim to head southwest on this exit to find Marfa, Texas....
Tripping With Dad – Part One
Serial Fiction In the bathroom of the hotel lobby I stared past the finger-smudges and backsplash at my frowning reflection. I’d done my hair three times already; once in the room and twice in...
Looking to Mingle
Short Fiction Bethany had never attended a singles night before. Yet here she was, sitting at a table by herself. Her drink too weak, her dress too tight, She fumbled with the neckline,...
Not for Sale
Short Fiction So many people are trying to profit from his death. It makes me feel sick. I’m allowed two hours of Internet a day and I have to confess that I do...
A Waiting Game
Flash Fiction The valley was magnanimous in it’s apathy. Ancients who had sat and lived in it all their lives could look to new arrivals with the comforting communal certainty that the sparsely wooded...
First Friend
Letter Dear Zachary, Sorry I haven’t written in a while, it’s been a busy few months. The move went well, but I do regret choosing Times Square. Every time we visited, it...
Giving Thanks – Part One
Short Story Patrick jumped off the side of the ship into the water. Parts of it were ice and cut the flesh of his bare calves as he trod through it, determined to...
Nineteen, Twenties…Voicemail to Mom
Short Story At twenty years old I imagined myself a famous writer who would have to drop out of college as a result of the insane success of my book. I would be...
