It could be the best of times, but it’s really just the worst of times, this tale of two water bottles. She’s supposed to drink more water. Then her skin…
I think I peaked in sixth grade. As a writer, that is. Maybe romantically, too, considering that was the year of my epic first kiss with Collin Crosby, the boy…
A Winter Dream Sam sat quietly in the back as the subway car traveled over rickety rails, gasping for breath in the chilly February air. Little by little, the subway…
She strutted down Main Street like a Parisian model. Her designer dress wasn’t purple; it was aubergine. Her shoes weren’t high heels; they were Manolo Blahniks. Jaws dropped as she…
I knew they’d be bright. But surrounded by all the black and white, they are Vegas bright. Blinding almost. But they’d always been my dream. Sure when I was…
The glassy lake sparkled that day. She could hardly tell the difference between trees reaching toward sky and those sinking into the deep blue waters. Up or down, real or…
Her employer received a windfall of money, yet they don’t want to give her a decent raise. She’s expected to work at home and through lunch, but where is…
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…