“It’s automatic,” he said. His scar blazed violently.
Another’s eyebrow lifted. “The orders aren’t clear. We should call the may—”
“It’s done!” His eyes narrowed and lips stretched tighter.
The others all nodded their heads. Contempt crossed their faces. Continue reading Automatic
Homeward bound on I-84, we pass over bluffs and across ravines. The Columbia glides along beside the minivan, sunlight sparkling off ripples.
The muted sound of Temple Run. “How much longer?” The hum of so much concrete under rubber tires. Continue reading Smoke
I roll the nylon out across the floor. It is strong enough. I shrug.
I remember the day of the revolution. Now it seems like a dream. Promises of greatness. Many of us believed.
Clouds drift past the hole in the roof. Continue reading Maddening
The Jamison burned my throat as the car jerked to a stop.
Everyone piled out. I smashed the bottle on the pavement.
Voices were excited. We’d made vows. Continue reading Burnt
Simon shivered. Waves knocked against planks beneath his sodden feet. He swiped his dripping hair aside.
“It was an accident,” she repeated. Lamplight reflected from dark liquid eyes.
She’d knocked him overboard, he knew. He looked at the Continue reading Rowboat
I watch Walt and that other guy from work. What’s his name? Kevin? Kyle? Kurt, I think.
Walt and I were going out shopping. Maybe a movie. But when we walked out the front door, Kurt happened. That was twenty minutes ago.
Walt looks at me. I sit on the stoop and smile. Let’s go! echoes in my head.
He keeps talking to Kurt. They laugh about work. Continue reading Not Quite Almost
You are my favorite poison, the little voice says. You are late. I am late. Should I tell you?
I wonder who she is. You will lie and steal from me. I’m shivering, but it isn’t cold.
The voice tells me about her. I know who she is. Continue reading Waiting
The second volume of Steampunk Fairy Tales is now out. It’s been an honor and a privilege to work with all the talented and creative writers who have contributed to and made this anthology a reality.
You can get a copy on Amazon.
Hope you enjoy the collection!
In the park, good days happened. A woman pushed her son and daughter in the jogging stroller. They played with a smartphone, laughing. Mom sweated and focused on her breathing.
Sunlight glinted off chrome handlebars. A soccer ball passed through the field and drew excited youth in its wake.
A woman walked next to a bearded man, talking. She reached out, Continue reading Subdued
He convinced the grudging attic door open with his shoulder. The narrow wooden stair groaned under his weight, causing him to wince.
Paint and perfume triggered memory. “Stella,” he whispered.
Winter light cast long Continue reading Candles and Shoes