grab and go
Lieutenant Edgar Crank had one day left. In his estimation, that put roughly four cups of black coffee, one ham and cheese sandwich, a bag of pretzels, two aspirin, and give or take thirty ounces of tap water between him and retirement. But these sentimental types, with all the well-wishing and congratulating. Balloons and gifts, even... Continue Reading →
I don’t do CrossFit, I do grocery shopping with four kids. Eli and Rudy like to sprint the aisles, slaying dragons, while Ella prefers cartwheels. Lea likes to scream full tilt from the cart, tossing loafs of bread overboard. It’s a sinking ship, my cart. My car. My house. With laundry and lunches. Dishes and... Continue Reading →
“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 →
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 →
Pulling in the driveway, I'm relieved to find Walter's Buick in its place. I shouldn't be. I have the key, but something about seeing the old car sitting there when I get home, where I parked it two years ago, it gives me hope. Control. Then I see that the door is wide open, along... Continue Reading →
It was hard to believe I was actually making a move and not letting life trample over me. That instead of retreating farther into my couch with a pile of romance novels and sappy movies I was hopping on a cruise ship to meander through the Caribbean. Gary was Gary and he wasn’t going to change.... Continue Reading →
Ren and Chuck weren’t Mormons. Not as they walked along the sidewalk in short-sleeved button downs and black slacks in the thick of summer. Not with their trimmed haircuts, or Ren with his black Buddy Holly glasses and shoulder strap bag. Not as they carried stolen bibles Ren had lifted from a hotel room. Not... Continue Reading →
Lunch Break Fiction 