grab and go
Nick sat at the edge of the couch, ignoring the sports talk on television. He set his beer on the sticky wooden coffee table, ran a hand through his hair, as though to catch his fluttering thoughts. A casual breeze swept in the cigarette smoke from the open window. Nick was thankful he’d quit when Dakota was born nearly... Continue Reading →
I really don’t know where to start. The cancer I guess. I’ll just kind of glaze over what killed my mom and then maybe we can get on with it. But first I should say that I’ve never known my father, so don’t waste your time trying to analyze or whatever how his absence... Continue Reading →
They tortured that boy. Every day they came in, smacking his head and hurling insults that should've gotten their mama's arrested. And every day he just took his beating and then found a place against the wall to eat. He never said much, but that numb look on his face said it all. His clothes were a mess,... Continue Reading →
Officer Artez watched the situation unfold across the street from his window seat at the freshly minted Bojangles on Route 12. A spotless ’97 or ‘98 Buick Century pulled into the gravel turnaround. After a few moments a tall, elderly man emerged, hobbled to the passenger side, and assisted an equally aged lady out of the car. The... Continue Reading →
I wake up in a puddle of my own drool. My butt’s in the air and my knees tucked under my chest. I blink, then gasp. I twist and turn and untangle myself with a scream. Only it’s not my scream, it’s little boy’s scream. I’m in my racecar bed, wearing my racecar pajamas. I... Continue Reading →
Lunch Break Fiction 