Torsn may not have been a man yet, but he had no use for the old seer’s riddles. What could a cripple know of gods? The ragged cloak smelled of smoke, the breath even ranker. “Torsn of Turl, forsaken not you.”
When they came, it sounded like a rockslide. The sleepy village stood Continue reading Superstition
“But look at the map.”
“Doris! How have you been?”
“But none of the addresses are even close.”
“I’m doing good.”
“I think we’re Continue reading Street Conversations
Moms are magic. I imagine other moms are like mine, the embodiment of magic.
Sunlight stutters through overhanging trees, leaves rustling in the summer breeze. The warmth nurses my arthritic bones.
My siblings and I not only received our lives, but we were shaped and directed by mom’s beliefs, her choices. Who would I be if not for this magic? Certainly not myself, not a writer.
Children play in the park fountain. Happiness nourishes me from peels of unfettered joy.
A squirrel glides and pauses across the lawn. Her gait is blemished, and I realize she is old, like me. Continue reading Legacy
His eyebrows were bushy. She handed the analyst the handwriting, a letter to a soldier overseas and twenty dollars.
His smile was warm and smooth. His voice melodic and fast-paced. He scratched his chin.
“So, you are energetic and enthusiastic. And Continue reading Handwriting
The locked gates rattled for a moment as he passed through them. As he crossed the courtyard, he read the leaves and debris strewn about, looking for evidence.
A trace left no doubt. Aasima was here. He walked unobserved past the smoking guard with a gun. Continue reading Help?
It’s a weekend morning. I should be watching cartoons. Or looking through my new comic book. We should have eaten breakfast.
My brother and I are stuck with mom. She woke us up to come, gag, shopping.
Clouds erupt out of Continue reading Envy
Celeste’s cell buzzed. She was in a meeting with a client. Ignore it. She knew who it is.
The client wasn’t completely happy with the new design. Celeste’s boss entered the fray to assuage the client. Trampling over her work was, well, just business. She still didn’t see how the cabinets would work well where the Continue reading Drop
“Miss Laar took him down to the beach.”
“And where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
Detective Kevi shook his head. “So, she works here?”
“Yes. For three years. One of the caregivers.” Continue reading Vanished
Mother cursed them. She didn’t understand. Not really. The secret police were but tools. Rough tools that cut both ways.
I tripped on the curb. My pajamas soaked through. My knee throbbed in pain as my slipper floated away.
A heavy hand wrenched me to my feet. Shoving, I stumbled forward. Continue reading Dark State
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