You never heard it at the time, of course. But, you were the sunshine of 8 a.m. freshman calculus class. All easy smiles, quick laughs, and bright eyes sitting next to me.
You never acknowledged the scowls and leers the other boys gave us, setting your sights on a certain unworldly someone instead.
You were always there with a ready question or small talk afterward in the breezeway. Continue reading Overdue Goodbyes
You never know what you are going to find in someone’s junk drawer, I guess. Dad had misplaced his reading glasses—as an avid reader, this was a major catastrophe for him— and so I had come over to help search his apartment. It wasn’t a big place, so I figured it couldn’t take all that long. Continue reading Hidden Moments
I sit in the shattered gable of the dark abandoned house. I am hungry, hunting. The moon is a bright crescent in the cloudless sky, providing me ample light. Patience is my watchword. I have chosen new grounds tonight. Slowly I turn my head watching for movement. Continue reading Something New
The bookstore was tucked into an alley. An inconspicuous place and a challenge for a tourist, he thought. Yet, the location did provide a certain ambiance of discovery. Continue reading Something Borrowed
The winds of the sandstorm had howled and screamed for days so loudly that his ears were still ringing. Throughout, the storm had been all consuming black, suffocating the sun completely. Their only light had been the stash of candles. Continue reading Something Old
Inside, a warm yellow light flickered across the tiled floor. He dried the plate with the old dish towel. Out the kitchen window, the black threatening clouds of the cold front edged across the sky. A storm was coming. Continue reading Something Blue
This is a revision of a previous post. The revised part is the ending of the story, which I believe fits the spirit of the assignment of Writing 201: Finding Your Key Moment. The previous draft was terse and left much of what Irina was feeling at that point of the story up to the reader’s imagination. In this revision, I have tried to slow down that key moment of the story and convey her feelings more directly. Continue reading Outwitted
They didn’t know what they’d find when they started pulling up the floorboards in the old house they were renovating. Not that anyone would normally expect to find anything unusual really. Certainly, you’d expect to find dirt, dead bugs, and the like. And, then there is the uncommon but explainable. A coin or a poker chip that a child wedged into a gap in the air duct, listening to it roll between the joists, gone from them forever. Continue reading Under the Floor
Doesn’t it always happen like this? I am at home at our apartment and looking at the clock. It is time to go. So, I get my car keys, rush into my office to turn off my laptop, and the phone starts ringing.
I wonder if that is Sabine? I ask myself. I pick it up and say, “Hello?” Continue reading Sabine Arrives Home
Every weekday morning she walked from her small apartment to the office building downtown. It was just part of her morning routine now. Getting up, taking a quick shower, getting dressed, grabbing a muffin or some fresh fruit from her small galley, and walking across the city to work. Continue reading Light at the End of the Tunnel