Grounds
When Lori makes her second pot of coffee on Tuesday, she notices that she always refills the glass canister of grounds when it is only half empty. So…
Blood Knot, Part 2
III. The flap of her trench coat flogging her hamstrings and the clicking of her high heels, interjected by the occasional car horn, orchestrated…
Frontier Justice
He had to go. You’ll see. We don’t often say things like this, but in Silver’s case, one was dealing with damaged goods intent on doing further…
Erotic Lycanthropy
The full moon shined down upon me in the humble back alley I currently occupied. It is beautiful in its austere, cold manner, but a full moon on a…
Bastard of 1952
Marin’s fingers fiddled with the white buttons running the length of the blue dress. White satin would have been her first choice before the other…
Blood Knot, Part 1
I. The pungent stench of urine mixed with the sweet scent of the bus’s engine exhaust sobered a mind drowning in worries and daydreams of a full…
Seattle Nice
“You want another drink, boss?” Clyde could tell just by the way the man grinned at him from the opposite side of the bar counter that he wasn’t a…
Snowfall on Pine Ridge
Wind rattles the sheet of plastic covering the broken window. Seated at the kitchen table, Ellen looks up from the coloring book in front of her and…
Wisps
My eyes are wide open when I enter the chamber. I’ve been coming here every night for a week. Sometimes I see them right away, the wisps. Other times…
The Cabal
“I wanted you to be the first to know,” Roman had confided in me. “I’m going to kill Henry Smithers.” “Gone off your meds again, eh, Row?” I had been…
