Jake
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
Peter wanted a smoke.
a haiku poem
‘How the Hell did he get up there?
I waited impatiently for my computer to shut down.
It’s never been easy working in the same place where Mom died.
Officially, the Marcy Bell was a salvage rig, licensed for Canadian and international waters but not American.
Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass.
“Goddam it,” Rita O’Neill said as she let the curtains slide back into place.
Billy hated being an alien.
The Sheriff hauled Jimmy to the gallows to become acquainted with the hangman’s knot.
I opened my eyes and could not see.