“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
Our vacation to Italy was like a tour bus to the surface of the sun. We strolled around Rome and Venice, seeing whose flip-flops would melt first.
Maddy wanted to go shopping. I didn’t, but the alternative of sticking to and peeling Continue reading Heat Wave
He denies his voice, keeping his own counsel. A bitter light comes through the window. Outside, colors surge and pulse like a kaleidoscope of butterflies in mystic patterns.
What muse speaks to her son? His hands jerk, fingers fling outward. His head tweaks to the right, always Continue reading Dirty Brushes
Thanks for taking a moment with us. When did you first become a barista?
Two years ago. I’m in college, see, and needed some extra money.
Sometimes there are a lot of customers here. What is that like?
Yeah. At certain times we get totally slammed. Continue reading Barista Interview
Countless steps, days long gone. The warmth of his arthritic hand held tiny mine. We stopped together, listened to a bird proudly sing for a mate. I craned my neck following where he pointed. There, high up, the warbling song came from a speck in a huge tree, its branches eerie, beautiful. Continue reading Highland Park
When she found the invitation, Esmee wasn’t surprised. She shook. Everyone knew Amber was after her boyfriend. The nerve!
She thought. What should she do? She wrote the address in her journal, setting the envelope back on the desk. She’d crash the party. Continue reading Map
He sat on a chair missing a leg in a room shy two walls in a house otherwise reduced to rubble and rubbish.
“Mr. Smith? Is that you?”
He was reed thin, ghost white, virtually unrecognizable. This had been his home before, well… Continue reading Thieving Valkyrie
The city drifts in a screening milky fog. It’s hub and bub melt in a dreary distance. Years toiled away upon a treadmill. The downsizing of America. Careers drift in swirling dark currents, the mass under the surface. Continue reading Seeing Bluff
“So she is the one?”
A woman wearing red leather pants ducked in the apartment building.
Revmondo glanced at Al. “Yep. Why? Nervous?”
“You’ve gone soft on this planet.” Continue reading The Double Agent
The windshield wipers squawk and bounce. Heavy drops splatter from idyllic leaves above. The tires squeal and delight on slick pavement.
The ancients buried one’s heart in the land of their love. Bestowing on the living, grueling quests to complete humble lives, succumbed in extinction.
What of Socrates? I speed away homeward. These wet trees are the columns and arches of my personal Utopia.
The smell is of moss, mildew and smoke. The rich loam of detritus squishes, yielding tears underfoot.
I stand in this place of perfection. Everything I could possibly want come true. Made more beautiful without you.
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