grab and go
“I would have never married you had I known it was so small.” “What?” Gary exclaimed, sitting up on his side of the bed. “Oh please, don’t be so dramatic. You know what I mean.” “I’m hoping that I don’t.” “Of course you don’t. I mean your attention span.” Gary studied his wife. They didn’t... Continue Reading →
Mark hit the gas and let gravity pull the van down the hill, getting familiar with the play in the wheel. The engine was missing something terrible. He glanced over at the girl who’d picked him up then demanded that he drive. Now she sat in the passenger seat, a smudge on her cheek as she... Continue Reading →
Mark Bernard made several mistakes last night. He’d forgotten to charge his phone. He’d worn those loafers that chafed his heel. He’d forgotten to pick up flowers, then ordered the dried out chicken instead of sirloin at the steakhouse. But Mark’s biggest blunder, the one he’d come to regret the more than any of all... Continue Reading →
I feel safe. Ninety impenetrable miles away from authorities. Cuba is beautiful, and I have 3.3 million newfound reasons why I love Havana. For a while we sleep. After three months of nonstop planning, walkthroughs and going over and over and over my plan, sleep is nearly as rewarding as the haul. Ten million. Untraceable. Sitting... Continue Reading →
John arrived early and found a stool at the bar, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was on a date. Well, not yet, she still hadn’t showed, but he'd done his part. He was out there because, what was the alternative? Home? Dinner for one? The Discovery Channel? He'd even gone with a button... Continue Reading →
I’d always wanted to teach high school English. But to teach you needed a degree, and I’d dropped out of college years ago. To work. Then came the restaurant. Marriage. But I never stopped wondering... Now at thirty-seven, my wife urged me to go for it. She actually stood behind this crazy dream of mine. So... Continue Reading →
I wake up naked but clear. My eyes open with a lucidness that is as foreign to me as daylight. No bruises or gashes. For the first time in a while I'm...okay. It's early, the morning is still wet. I look outside, laugh, then blink a few times and look again. “Miles.” A train chugs along in the... Continue Reading →
I was at the altar, holding the clammy hands of Glenn Gordon Jeffries. I was trying hard not to noticed the flap of skin that was his left eyelid, wondering when if ever that windbag preacher would get done with all his yammering. He was going on about circles and trust and I swear, you'd of thought it was Easter... Continue Reading →
The apartment is crowded so I take a walk down the street. Earbuds in, Young Rif on blast in my ears. I set out just to get out, wandering around looking at the houses at the end of the street. No duplexes, nice lawns and they all have dogs, mostly little scrappy ones, like this little... Continue Reading →
Myron Mace awoke to a thump at his door. He bolted to his feet, being accustomed to callers at all hours of the night. A sliver of pale light on his windows, he cracked the door and found a box his feet. Myron’s heart accelerated, for even through the years of research and failure that acccompanied... Continue Reading →
Lunch Break Fiction 