Bad Bedtime Bacon
Waking up thirsty, I stumbled to the kitchen and flicked on the light.
Flash
I Shovel Dirt
I shovel dirt into the hole and my face breaks into a sweat despite the cool night air.
Compassion
Eunice set the picture of their Caribbean vacation on the side table as quietly as she could, trying not to wake him.
Waiting
Janine’s leg bounced and jittered as if it had a mind of its own.
Frannie Takes the Train
The rattle and rumble of the train on its tracks persisted in their pursuit of my sleep.
Sunset Heat
I put the rest of the tools in the trunk and wheeled it over to the tie-downs.
Blind Dining
“Eyes up, soldier,” she said and I did.
The Dark Pool of Lamia
Lamia wrapped the mottled scarf around her light frame, enjoying the silky sensation as the soft cool hide hugged her contours.
An Ending.
Without a single glimpse back, David quietly closed the door and walked down the sidewalk and out of her life.
Respawn
Respawn.
Winter in a Nutshell
You don’t have to shovel rain.
Down the Hill
“You wax the flyer?