When the storms come, life falls from the sky. Drops merge and rivulets race. Puddles deepen, spill over. A stream resurrected, begins its disoriented crawl to the sea.
The storms come less frequently now. Our fields lie baked and burned, crumbling like old chalk.
“Got any work?” Continue reading Bereft
In those days, between the megacanes, some of us would be sent out into the searing heat to inspect the panels and batten down whatever had broken loose. Something was always broken. Continue reading Yen
“Sit.” Father Rehman gestured to an overstuffed chair in front of his desk.
Kenes sat. “You wanted to see me?” His eyes darted over the ostentatious surroundings, including the glass ceiling and the lights of New Houston overhead. Continue reading Inconsequence
She said it was Odin and the Valkyries that filled the fog with cries that day.
“Master!” Lars, my assistant, called, “This one yet lives.”
The blood-caked warrior’s breath faint, we dug between the boulders to free the Continue reading Undertaker
Jordan staggered away from the concert with the group, ears ringing, thirsty, and concentrating. Left foot forward. Right foot forward. Don’t ralph again.
Follow the dude in the yellow shirt, he told himself. Continue reading Crapulous
His hands tremble. “Our account is empty.”
A red F had been circled. The veins in her old man’s neck throbbed. Continue reading Failure
I stopped short. “Kristina? Is that you?”
She took off her sunglasses. “Oh, hi!”
I tried to remember the last time I’d seen her. Continue reading Puissant
“I don’t want to go!”
“Me either!” chimed in the younger one.
The line inched forward. “We’re going.”
They found seats just as the trailers ceased, a bucket of popcorn in tow.
She held the 3-D glasses like soiled underwear. “I’m not wearing these.” Continue reading Lapidary
“I didn’t happen,” he said.
“Okay,” I replied.
“It wasn’t a cheese sandwich. Bernard doesn’t like cheese. Everybody forgets about Hazel. She wasn’t married to a guy named Continue reading Circuitous
By appearances, the party was a huge success. Ned waited for his cocktail, taking advantage of the open bar.
“You said she’s new in town?” asked the black dress next to him. Continue reading Inchmeal