She Was a Dancer
She was a dancer; she was always a dancer. From the time her memories started, she had already been taking dance lessons for two years. Admittedly,…
The Shadow Men, Part 3 — Excerpt 2
Their fallback house stood like a lone pillar among the grove of trees that surrounded it. After seeing no signs of ambush, John drove into the…
Afternoon of Passion in the Subway
It was afternoon when the workers left the factories and returned home. She and me, without knowing each other, took Line 5 of the Madrid Subway in…
Megaron, Part 2
V. Lethargy. If I needed to pick one word to describe that year, it would be lethargy. The term most likely derives from the Greek “Lethe,” the river…
Rebel Vampyre
“It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.” --- Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of…
Homecoming
“It looks like burgers. But like if they got left on the grill too long.” “It sure doesn’t smell like burgers.” Trace coughed and stepped back. “And…
The State of Joe
Cleopatra has applied to graduate school in Austin---UT Austin, natch---with intent (not hopes) of securing her Master of Architecture degree. And…
The Ambush, Part 3: The Surveillance; or, the Vigil Over the Dead
I had a grand production in local media (and even social media, going so far as to make a Facebook Event page for it, to which tens of people…
Early Memories
No, not that one. Bit too tubby. Nah, she's too brown. Nope, fucked-up teeth. Okay, here we go. Ah yeah, she's gorgeous. Mumbling to himself, Will…
Belated Eulogy to E.B.G.
Ellie, you left. My cousin, you left unanswered questions and we can only wonder what you would reply. Nothingness fills up the space in your…
