Keepsake
Ridley Chesterton didn’t think of himself as being sentimental. It had surprised him as much as anyone when he snatched his father’s wind-up pocket…
An Infinite Darkness
There was something wrong with the sky. Out on his nightly walk, Homer had paused to admire the stars, making their first appearance after a week of…
A Friend Request from the Green Cobra
“Who the hell is John Dillinger?” Mel shouted into his phone. “I’m pretty sure he was a guy who used to rob banks,” responded Billie, wondering why…
A New November
Rod stood over the kitchen counter, trying not to pour hot coffee on his hand as he positioned the mug under the carafe. Managing to spare his hand,…
The Gravel Pits
I sat tapping my pen lightly on the desk, waiting for the sweaty kid sitting across from me to gather his wits. The boy couldn’t have been more than…
Haunted Places
I’d like to state up front that I have never sought evidence of supernatural occurrences out of any conviction such phenomena were possible, or any…
Pallid Faces at the Window
Madge put down her half empty bottle of beer on the end table, missing the cardboard coaster by several inches, and kneeled on the sofa to pinch the…
Between the Raindrops
I stuck my hand inside my jacket and pressed hard against my side just under the ribs. I was sore, but I wasn’t coughing up anything that was…
The Scent of His Cigar
Jake walked back to his office to find Leah with her face buried in his jacket. “I love the smell of cigars,” she said, not at all abashed at being…
The Long Way Home
The bells of St. Christopher’s were tolling the hour as Moe leaned his bulky form against the pole at the intersection of Washington Street and…
