It may be lacking in physical stature, but the Victory Cup for my win at Tuesday night’s Write Club is already a cherished possession. I am humbled at the overwhelming unanimity of the decision. Chris Graham was a worthy opponent, but winning feels goooood. It feels even better to have Read more
Sunny puts the money in the envelope and places it on the silver tray. Carmen’s dimpled finger’s slide forward and tip the tray’s contents into the open drawer. She shuts the drawer, clasps her fleshy bejeweled fingers and focuses on Sunny. Sunny meets her gaze trying not to be disconcerted Read more
It is the third time this week. Mattias can tell Rob is annoyed but he hasn’t done anything to solicit the attention. He is just the bar back at a popular spot. Bar Due Veh is well situated on a popular shopping stretch for chic and empowered women. Rob Read more
It’s the only button on the handset that is fluorescent yellow. It’s an otherwise traditional wireless phone. But it is a special button. It’s a prototype designed by her cousin who shunned marriage and went to MIT instead. The button mutes the voice of the caller but is sensitive to Read more
“Look, I know it’s no one’s fault, it’s the weather, but I just spent $50 on a cab so I wouldn’t be late for this flight y’all cancelled. Not your problem the fifty bucks, but I need to get on that next flight.” He’s leaning way over the counter invading the Read more
It was his favorite game the spring he turned five. Every Tuesday while his brother had tennis lessons, Sebastien and his mom played the Chalk Word game. Mariel grabbed the bucket of sidewalk chalk from the trunk and they tried to cover as much of the empty concrete wading pool Read more
This is why Trina never wanted kids. She cannot take the pressure. She cannot bear the responsibility of making sure she’s not unleashing another sociopath into the world. She doesn’t trust her genes: there are vikings and pirates and rumors of madness. Danny’s side boasts a long line of drunks. Read more
The streets are slick with rain and a thousand yellow Maple buds paint the asphalt. I remember your ridiculous yellow slicker but I don’t remember the trees. It was always night when we roamed the streets. Your wallet chain jingled as we careened down the mostly silent sidewalks, our Doc Read more