Milk
Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.
Grounded
Jake
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
Torture
Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts.
The Toy
a haiku poem
Wendell’s Solution
‘How the Hell did he get up there?
Caught
I waited impatiently for my computer to shut down.
Sierra Enigma
It’s never been easy working in the same place where Mom died.
The Last Days of the Marcy Bell
Officially, the Marcy Bell was a salvage rig, licensed for Canadian and international waters but not American.
Justin Takes Control
Agent Justin Cayse left the bordello from the rear, having escaped his captor.
Dead Inside
Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass.
Random
“Goddam it,” Rita O’Neill said as she let the curtains slide back into place.
Scrambled
“I hate to bother you, but I have something important to ask,” said the new waitress, setting down my plate of scrambled eggs.