Category Archives: Fiction
In The Garden
Drastically out of place, she sat herself down on a small board laid over the raised garden bed. The sun beat down in a way it never did in the place she’d grown to call home, and she closed her … Continue reading
Second Amendment
In hindsight, he should have made them both stay on the porch while he put it away. Now, with the caution tape everywhere, and his mouth dry from answering the same questions the same way over and over and over … Continue reading
Beatdown
The sound of punches landing had begun as a series of dry thuds but were turning into a barrage of wet smacks. The woman on the receiving end hung at the end of the assailant’s fist, limp, and laughing, blood … Continue reading
Can you still feel me?
You’re not wearing that ring anymore. You had one on a chain; it laid between your breasts — for awhile when I saw you, I had a strange vision of you as Frodo, but your hair’s the wrong color. And … Continue reading
Familiar
It was an ordinary day, full of ordinary moments. The man with blue eyes woke up after noon, showered, shaved, and dressed in the remains of a rumpled suit. It was familiar. He packed up his duffel bag, and made … Continue reading