Category: Fiction

The van’s windows reflected the starless sky. Logan staggered toward the vehicle, wondering if someone inside could help. Blood streamed down his right leg and there was a gash on his temple. He clutched his lower abdomen, where...

Mona stood behind the linoleum-covered counter cutting the strawberry rhubarb pie into eight perfect wedges that reminded her of moist linen. It was yesterday’s pie and just beginning to shift its color from tired dusty rose to...

The yellow Formica table with the silver rim and matching chairs looked almost new because that was the way she kept her house. She dished out a ladle of broth, the same ladle she brought from San Francisco to the suburbs in...

Telescope for sale – Orion ED80 refractor – $200 – Reduced price Great condition. I always took good care of it. I’ll throw in the travel bag I got for it plus the solar filter my wife got me for my birthday last year. Only used...

Yorkie Stoddard was my most recent friend, but I’m not sure she counts in the real world. Listen to me, “in the real world.” Or should I say IRL. Like reality matters. The same folks who use such initialisms believe their online...

After an hour in that little chapel, its air conditioning going full blast, being outside was a relief. The day was warm and sunny, so we stopped at this cafe on a quiet street with outdoor seating. It was almost noon, but...

Black Friday, how absurd, Jacob thought. Sheep following a train of advertisements. Every day was Black Friday for him. He shops as if there are no restraints, often forgets what he already has in his closets, his dresser, his...

Emerging from the trees, they saw the granite dome of Kaaterskill Mountain rising before them. Surprisingly, the normally crowded summit was devoid of hikers on this September Saturday. “Can it be? We’ve got the top to...

You pluck my slip from the pocket of a new suit. You find “Inspected by No. 37” in your fresh linen blouse. You causally glance at my trademark, then toss it into the trash with the stickers, tags, and the little plastic ties...

Customer: You weren’t here yesterday. Clerk: I was. Were you? Customer: Let me get at it another way. You weren’t the one I spoke to. Clerk: Perhaps you were at a different window. Customer: He told me to come back to this...