Category: Fiction

I am in a room crowded with so many people yet feel so very lonely. I would rather be a pretty bird, like a lovely red cardinal. I would fly so far away; but rather I am the raven. Dark, a bit scary, I remain. I am out of sight....

Today is my 40th birthday. Francesca is having a small dinner party for me. We have been together two years. This morning, I have a session with my psychologist. Third appointment. Earlier this summer, Francesca issued a sort of...

In the dream, the waitress doesn’t come. She would never come, no matter how long the dream could float on the currents of unconsciousness before it burst. Mitch was waiting. The waitress would never take his order. A Reuben....

The dark brown liquid beckoned his dry, parched throat. He reached for the half-filled whiskey bottle. His eyes burned. His head pounded. Just one more. As if the bottle could hear his never- ending request. Edward Bailey...

Joe Nichols opened Nichelson’s Diner in the mid-1950s after leaving California. No one knew why he used the name Nichelson instead of Nichols or something else; not even his wife Beverly. When she asked one day, a day in the...

You dodge the plate. She pitches another. You duck again. “Stop it!” you shout. “I’m sorry!” “I hate you,” she yells. “How could you?” She resumes pelting you with the china. Plate by plate, her force intensifying with each...

The ticking of the clock on the wall was deafening to Helen. It was noon and the day was grey. She stood at the bedroom window, listened to the cuckoo go on and on as she stared out at the fields of their farm. Carl had...

“This seat is very comfortable,” I sighed. “Well, I would expect that to be true in a Jaguar, even in an unattractive one like this, no offense— Jaguar, by Waymo, really. Do you know where I need to go? Can I roll down this back...

Hello everyone. Welcome to this class for the last time. Perhaps you’ve wondered why the woman standing before you, a woman your senior by a generation, a woman who has been your professor for the duration of this course…...

It’s Saturday, in late July and I just returned home from work. Bill has the house decorated with eighteen dark-blue balloons, Happy Birthday sign with hearts above it and beef stew in the crock-pot for dinner. I’m hungry but go...