Gramps

Gramps had been getting worse over the past few months. Aunt Janet called and left voicemails. She went on about his most recent falls and the toll it was taking on Nan. She said she had to lug him out of bed sometimes when he got confused. It was getting to be too much. I... Continue Reading →

Metrics

I found Kurt in the breakroom, discussing the perks of yoga with an intern. I rolled my eyes. “Kurt, let’s go. The MASH meeting has started.” “Oh, is it Thursday, already?" he said with a smile. "Well, I’d hate to miss such an important matter." A slight bow to the girl. "Namaste, my dear." I... Continue Reading →

The Resolution

Mom warned me about meeting him. She said he was fool's gold. She said he was all sparkles and promises, always on the cusp of something big. I wanted to tell her it had been ten years and he’d had a lot of time to change, but what was the use? So I told her... Continue Reading →

The Evil Twins

The knocking was swift, sharp, and not entirely unexpected. Sandra Donningham opened the door to find a handsome, clean shaven man with piercing brown eyes. “Good afternoon, Ma’am. Sorry to disturb you.” Sandra smiled at the man’s precise accent. The careful consideration to pronounce syllables. She couldn’t help parroting his crisp pronunciation. “It’s no problem.... Continue Reading →

Cracked

I couldn’t believe she would show up like this, tapping on my door. Like I had nothing to do but sit at home and wait for her. Every night for the past eight months. Waiting. She was drunk, or close, her hair up in a lazy bun, curls dangling, spilling in a way Hollywood could... Continue Reading →

The Call

I was in my tree when the backdoor squeaked open. Mom plucked her cigarette into the yard. “Marcus.” “Yeah?” Her head followed my voice to the tree. Her eyes glistened. “Phone for you. It’s your, um, it’s your father honey.” My mom wasn’t one to get caught with emotions. She was fond of telling me... Continue Reading →

Shine

Paul calls it wandering. I heard them talking about it at supper. I don’t see the harm in it, the golf course is peaceful at night, without Janet shouting questions at my face, asking if I’ve taking my meds or need to use the bathroom. Out here I can piss where I please. I pull... Continue Reading →

Molly

I’m at my mailbox, tearing into a letter I’ve been expecting when I turn and find Molly Martinez standing in the road like she’d been expecting it too. It’s funny but not so funny. Because I kind of blame Molly for my predicament here. I mean, if I hadn’t walked into that lab that day…if... Continue Reading →

Swatting At Butterflies-One

The funeral was a mess. Half the town showed up to celebrate the life of a very special lady. They arrived fashionably late, slamming doors, huddling up and shushing each other as they descended on the tent during share-your-story time. The more brazen souls felt compelled to speak, some had even come prepared with a... Continue Reading →

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