On Friday nights, it’s the place for my empty pizza box and Sunday mornings, for the coffee grounds. But yesterday it was the place someone took himself to die. Like…
She didn’t have high hopes. She never did anymore. But still, when he entered the dimly lit bar and she saw his small frame and much older appearance, she couldn’t…
It had been twenty years since she left. She looked out at the buildings, those like any other city’s downtown. But she saw trips to the stadium and block parties…
“Pasta again?” he complained. While he grumbled through the meal, I sat to his right, twirling the endless noodles around and around on my fork and wondering what it would…
Twenty years ago they made the pact. If neither found their true love, they’d meet at the garden bench. It was no cliché to them. This is where they’d met,…
Somewhere they board a plane at sunset. Off to a desert land that reads more like a horror novel than a vacation brochure. They’ll face enemies—those faces outside and that…
Facing the altar, she looked up at a perfectly round stained-glass window. Kaleidoscope. Her heart tumbled backward in time. Like her tiny hand many years ago, her mind turned that…
I took the boat out yesterday. I caught a couple fish. Later I walked down to the market for the vegetables. The stray black cat was still lurking on the…
Dorothy sure was lucky, having that magical yellow brick road. All I have is the rocky town road with its unending double yellow line telling me not to turn and…
The email arrived unexpectedly. Waves of nausea rumbled inside her. She tried sleeping it off. And emotionally eating it up. Even running away from it. But nothing restores order better…
He stared out at rows of pumpkins. Gourds. He remembered his mother-in-law’s lecturing voice. How would he know which one to pick? We need the perfect pumpkin. A shiver traveled…
Uncertainty. It lurks in the shadows like a predator awaiting a moment of weakness. It hovers like a shroud of dense gray fog on a July afternoon. It frightens like…
The morning skies were dark and all her pictures a muted gray. Then, as if Touchdown Jesus heard her prayer, the skies turned a sparkling blue. When the dome rose…
She’s had a crush on him since sophomore year. Her best friend helped her bake the cookies, and tomorrow before the game she’ll leave them at his locker with a…
She took her sweaters and jeans and jackets. She took her grandmother’s china cabinet. And she took her anger and her laughter and that flip of her hair. All she…
Every year he waits for the lightning storm. He hadn’t been ready that October night when the lightning had taken her from him. That would never happen again. Those flashes…
She loved the colors of Fall: deep reds, soft browns, golden yellows, and fiery oranges. She loved the way those colors floated so gracefully through the crisp air and settled…
