…the cyclops makes monsters of us all” Roy Braithwaite (taken from a taped recording made by his Niece Geraldine Braithwaite 1987)
He had stepped back, and then forward, squinting carefully to discern different brushstrokes. By changing his perspective, he hoped to find the trick that revealed each piece’s significance. The inhumanly smooth paint told him nothing.
In London’s Highgate Cemetery, a restless spirit guides the reader to a well-visited corner where a troubling secret is revealed
“Do you want to know a secret?” the man asks. I look around the pub, slightly bemused by the question. “Well, do you?” he insists. He glares at me as if his life depends on an immediate answer. I put my smartphone down and smile vaguely in his direction. He moves closer to me. “There […]
Their comfortable, dispassionate partnership soothed their aching feet and cushioned their joints, ailments that had become emotional side effects of success and that death march to fulfillment.
One night, in a small Mormon town in central Utah, an alien planted a seed in the Smith family’s backyard. About a week later, something started coming out of the ground. At first it looked like a magic 8 ball emerging. The house dog was the first one to find it. She sniffed it but […]
It was well before Frank’s 5pm visitation dinner with Chloe, so it was unlikely he’d already be waiting outside. She hated the way adrenaline spurted into her bloodstream, making the vines on the side of the house blurry; hated leaving Blaze, her German Shepherd, behind. Dogs are not welcome on first dates in coffee shops. […]
We ran into each other at Safeway last week. I was holding a red pepper in my hand and he had a case of bud light in his cart. I blew air out of my nose in a silent laugh at what a mess he seemed. His hair was exactly the same as 4 years […]