grab and go
I’m bad about returning stuff. Sure, the borrowing? Not a problem. But once it enters my apartment, well, it's good as gone. Such was the case with Humble Rhodes, a 789 page thumper of a biography about the first ever transsexual, double amputee, head transplant recipient to receive the Rhodes Scholarship. Don’t ask, if it’s on the New... Continue Reading →
I never would have called, but I was desperate. And I never would have come out and said those things to Pike’s girl on the phone, but her voice in my hand, so close to my head. I pictured her full lips brushing against my ear. I remembered how she smiled at me that time I'd... Continue Reading →
Anniversary with the missus in Rome. The sights, the sounds, the food. The escape from all the crazies taking over our small town in Georgia. We boarded and took our seats. I'd just lit a smoke to calm my nerves when these kids hopped on--most of them colored, ducking their heads as they came aboard, louder... Continue Reading →
I wake up alone on Maintenance Day. Blinking like crazy at that thin blue slash in the corner of my eye. It’s spooky quiet out and the prompt just sits there—so I just sit there, lost in the haunt of my living space. It's kind of driving me crazy. I sit up and wipe my... 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 →
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 →
Lunch Break Fiction 