January 2, 2021
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…
January 1, 2021
The Death of an Age
George stared out at the burning ruins of Washington D.C., his face grim and pitiless. Behind him was Thomas, seated on an old coach, smoking and…
December 31, 2020
In the Light of the Wake
In the wake of a first-rate funeral home, here in Burgos, they were watching over the deceased in his present box, speaking of him with respect and…
December 31, 2020
The Painting
The day Ms. Langerford’s fourth grade class went to on a field trip to the Minneapolis Institute of Art and Cole saw the painting, little did he know…
December 30, 2020
Buried with Envy
“Did you hear that?” he asks softly, his deep voice breaking the silence. It’s a wintry Sunday morning. The rain is coming down in a steady stream;…
December 29, 2020
Warning: Consuming Jealousy Burger May Increase Risk Of…
“Why put salt on your fruit?” “Salt makes it taste sweeter.” “Wouldn't sugar make it sweeter?” Samantha shrugs. “I guess it's all about contrast.”…
December 28, 2020
Luminaria, Chapter 3: Killer Gene — Natasha, Part 1
It’s some sort of a space-time vortex or a wormhole. Call it what you want; I’m no expert. All I know is I’m here, while Lance Rey is no doubt…
December 26, 2020
The Persecution
I feel the eggs rise in my throat. They seem less like food and more like tiny baby chicks that never got to be born. I know Miss McCaully says they…
December 25, 2020
Christmas Morning
Snowflakes twinkled in the morning light as Abby stared out the living room window. The house felt refreshingly peaceful with no one else awake. The…
December 24, 2020
There Are Natural Figs
I show the photo to my friend Jaime and, instantly, he says: "I praise the whores who put themselves at the crossroads selling their figs, going…