The Way Home
The white line on the highway blurred and steadied.
Thriller
Let the Chips Fall
Everyone was getting bored and a little stir-crazy.
Deconstruction
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times
Shardik
Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.
Red Dot
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
Fancy Meeting You Here
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
Haley Alone
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
A Quiet Ride
“I’d love to, babe, but my phone’s just about out of juice!”
The Good and the Bad
I relish the fine minutia of perfection.
Guilt
“I know what you did,” said the voice and hung up.
Of Blood and Text Messaging
Detective Arnie Chalmers dropped his finished cigarette to the asphalt, ground it with his heel, and waited for his partner to catch up. “Ready, Steve?”
The Interview
Janine let her hair flop forward on the left, decided against it, and threw her hair up in a clip. It was a well earned scar. No one would care— should care—...