A Soft Dark Room

He still trusted his strength and his memory, but not his judgement. That part was no longer with him. It escaped somehow when he wasn’t paying attention. 

The 401K Marathon

Standing there, shriveled, he notices the cleaners didn’t put enough starch in his shirt; he needs the added back support these days – spineless, you see.

The Butcher’s Daughter

Her father stood up from his seat slowly until he towered over the Mayor whose head now reached no higher than the Butcher’s paunch. And like the volcano that created their island, he erupted...

Left Behind

There was no one to greet him when he got off, and while everyone was looking forward to the eager hugs and long-awaited kisses of loved ones, he looked back at the train that brought him to this point.

Hide and Seek

She could no more fill it with food and drink than one can fill an entire living-room with only memories of the departed.

A Letter to Paris

In the beginning, many of our days were spent in comfortable silence because I didn’t speak your language and although you spoke mine, you refused to indulge me.

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