A cold draft blew through the room. He drew his coat tighter and pulled his hands farther into the cuffs. The drapes rippled.
Cold air bit my nose. Frost covered our campsite and sparkled in the morning sunlight.
“C’mon, sleepyheads!” I called, trying to get the girls moving. “I’ve made hot chocolate.” Continue reading In Near Proximity to Bliss
A stranger burst out of his apartment, bumping into him. His keys hit the mat with a thud.
“Excuse me.” She left him standing mouth agape.
He found his Continue reading Organize
“Nigel! Time to go!”
A head popped out above. “But it’s my day off,” Nigel whined down the stairs.
“For you.” He handed his son his coat. “Not for me.”
Nigel stuffed arms through sleeves, picked up his skateboard. Continue reading Family Values
“What are you doing, Abby?”
“Painting my fingernails. What does it look like?”
Her big sister frowned. “That’s not right.”
“What?” Continue reading Paint
“Why you so difficult all the time?”
The sun warmed her face. “I ain’t.” She dropped her pack on the platform. The cramps came in waves.
“You stopping?” Jonnie sighed.
She sat on her pack, looked at the floor, tried to ignore the pain. “Believe me. I used to be rich and famous.” Continue reading Stubborn
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
The early bird gets the worm, they say. I say, better to be up before the worms. Competition, you know? Isn’t it all? Capitalism, democracy, stars, freedom, and stripes? Continue reading Feathers
Everything had fallen apart for Sergo. Bloody Sunday felt like yesterday to him. He shook his head. Four years had passed, and what had been accomplished? His dreams of building his factory drifted away like gun smoke.
Nothing was left, but the endless bickering. He was now certain that the party existed merely for its own division into countless factions. At some point, each of them would be arguing with themselves, each man forming and joining several of his own imaginary revolutionary factions. It was hopeless, madness. Marx talked of people coming together, not taking turns stabbing each other in the back. Continue reading Kirillov
Keep your friends close is what my Aunt Tia used to say, though it was never clear to me whether she knew what a friend was. Or wasn’t. That summer day that I first came to visit with her in that steaming little town in Georgia — the day it was so hot the fire ants had heat stroke — in her little brick ranch house under the tall pines was the day I learned about Eunice. Continue reading And Your Enemies Closer