Momma insisted her sons always be home on time.
The city didn’t allow the buses to run through his neighborhood this late. The bus wheezed to a stop. The driver pursed his lips in the rearview. He jumped down the steps to the sidewalk. Continue reading Toxic
He sat, watching the dance of the hearth flames. Promises had been made, kept. Everyone had doubted him. A smile tickled the corners of his face. The wine caressed sweeter.
The door crashed open. His most trusted Continue reading Elastic
Waves beat a tempo on the hull. A steady rhythm that drives back self-doubt, strips away bit by bit at perceptions I once held about my life.
Oars lashed down, I lean back and switch off my headlamp. Continue reading Roz Savage
Petals from cherry blossoms flutter through streams of morning sunlight. Katja shivers and asks, “Musst du gehen?”
I don’t answer. “Are you cold?”
The light tumbles through her long hair, Continue reading Blossom
In the space of a handful of heartbeats, a moment forever vivid and often reconsidered. You asked the unexpected of the unworldly. Your smile sparkled and your laugh ever echoes. The feeling of confusion, so overwhelming, has faded through time, replaced with questions. What answer Continue reading Vivid
“Promises.” He sipped hot, bitter water.
The sun mocked him. A rusted steel sheet caught an eddy, sighed an arrhythmic tink into the silence. These oil fields died long ago.
He’d kept his promises. When the front collapsed into chaos, Continue reading Arid
“I have nothing to hide.” I have everything to hide. Scumbag reporters’ questions blur into a peaceful white noise. I take a deep breath and smile.
The perky blonde in the front row waves her arm again. She is exactly my type. I point at her big boobs. “Yes? You in the pink?”
“Are you capable of providing Continue reading Capable
“Did you find it?”
“You didn’t even look for it, did you?”
He stuck his thumbs under the straps of his pack, adjusting the weight on his shoulders. “What are you talking about?” Continue reading Bridge
“What do you make of this one?”
“Someone must really like soup.” She shook her head. “Looks like the soup aisle at the grocery store.”
“Look at that one.” Her sister pointed to one of the cans. “Beefy mushroom.” She made a gagging sound. “Gross.” Continue reading Soup
Daisy was stoked to be a contestant for “Ninja Gardeners” on Plants Channel. She’s DVR’d every show hosted by Goody Morning. When she walked out for the introduction, she was as nervous as a squirrel on a leash, her smile so awkard it screamed artificial.
Goody explained the contestants’ challenge. “You are to design a sunny urban garden Continue reading Plants Channel