grab and go
After I got things situated, I stood and worked to wrestle open the bay door to the garage. I hardly ever opened except on super-hot days. Mostly I just used the little door to the side. Hmm. Maybe six feet wide. Ten feet deep. Plenty of space for what I’d found. But I’d have to... Continue Reading →
I shouldn’t have taken the parkway back to town, the road was too curvy for my buzz and the rental car was shit. Mid-sized sedan, the guy had said, as I’d folded myself into the front seat, the dash board mashed against my reconstructed knee, my head scraping the roof. Wonderful. I was a sneeze away... Continue Reading →
The passport swept through without a second look. I held my face like stone through various checkpoints. No reason for alarm, no lingering glances. I’d cut my hair and shaved my beard to as instructed, I walked like a man distracted, like them. not like a man who'd only been on a plane once before,... Continue Reading →
Marla Callahan arrived with her family, her hair tossed, spun across her face like a net as the drones were falling from the plum bruised sky. Everything had been upended, infrastructure and screens going dark as every major city on the planet erupted in chaos. But even without the dire newscast and network warnings there was... Continue Reading →
It was on the 3,768th fan rotation that Lani knocked on the door. I dove for the handle, only to have it squirm from my grasp. She knocked again, then again, until her pounding drummed around in my head as I wrestled with the Jello handle that kept squirting from my grasp. It took some work to get the door off the hinges.... Continue Reading →
I had not been a stellar parent that week. Not that month. Not since getting laid off and certainly not since the job search. So when I arrived home, slumped and defeated after a meeting with HR (turns out health and dental were not part of a lackluster severance package), I was doing my absolute... Continue Reading →
At 8-2, with a single KO to his credit, Milo Spinks knew he needed to work on his jab and perhaps find a way to better connect on his lackluster right cross. He had the tools, his father said, but lacked the discipline to take the next step in the ring. It was in the van,... Continue Reading →
I usually turned on the television and zoned out whenever I visited Mom. I used to be terrified of silence, and her house was full of it save for the mundane ticks and clicks of appliances that only seemed to punctuate our lack of conversation. She was only 56, but she was neither young, or old. She was just... Continue Reading →
I wake up late, after an endless fit of rotating thoughts. I'm still thinking, thinking-but-not-thinking about a most horrific date. Marso. What a loser. Crater-faced and cocky, bragging about his polar caps and all. We weren’t even maybe two years in before I knew that it would never work. Some guys are just light years away from a clue. So Mother’s... Continue Reading →
Running sucks. Bad. Grueling miles of self-torture that I must have enjoyed in a past life. I slog through the city, past the sagging houses near the bus station and up the hills because they can’t stop me. I’m invisible to the elements, locked in my own brain. I feel the wind moving through me,... Continue Reading →
Lunch Break Fiction 