Short Story
Waking Up Marie
On the kitchen counter, within arm’s reach, lay a hammer and a pair of scissors: the instruments of murder. People did it all the time.
Paris Portraits
Grace wore broad, airy pants; I was in tight black and fake fur. Her face pinked, washed wide and open; mine clenched white against the night cold etching its way between the buildings. She stood on one curb of the Boulevard Montparnasse. I stood on the other. Her skin felt soft, stretched loose. Her […]
Quiet People
The wind wailed outside the car windows that night like it did when Dad drove eighty miles an hour on an unbent road. I was still buckled into the back seat, next to Shelly’s car seat, waiting. The car had stopped but Mom and Dad weren’t moving to get out. They just sat there staring […]
The Edge of Things
When I was seventeen years old, I lost 30 pounds in two days, and it took all the blood, shit, sweat, tears, snot, saliva I could live without. I ran and I ran and I ran and when I collapsed from exhaustion, I crawled. Only calories I got were from ice chips and Pedialyte, and […]
Baretta Number 23
The windows of the stone Victorian mansions across from Chestnut Hill High were reflecting the orange glow of the setting sun. Chase Murray, sophomore, was wearing an American Eagle gray hoodie covered by his blue football jersey, the number 32 in gold on his back glowed from the bounce-back of dusk. The air was unusually […]
See You Soon
Conversations have a way of turning on you, especially those conducted over dinner with a friend you haven’t seen in a while. There is so much to cover and, anxious to get to it all, you rush to come up with the next question, the next topic of conversation. In that rush you find yourself […]
The Motivational Speaker Chez Lui
The Motivational Speaker Chez Lui Buck is trying to get his fifteen year old to do his homework. “The first thing to do is set a goal for […]
An Amazing Writer
Just my opinion, maybe so. I don’t doubt that many would agree. I love this story and that there are so many more. From a mind full with memories , ideas, thoughts, hopes, and opinions that matter… or not . To read his work can be a journey.
