I own this thing.
Her alarm woke her up like it did every morning. She hated the morning and hated the alarm more, but she couldn’t bring herself to destroy it. She knew she didn’t dare. She looked over at him. He always slept through his alarms. She had known him for a lifetime, it seemed. He was … More When the Rains Come
My Brother, Aaron, was married this weekend. Against their better judgement, him and his fiancee (now wife), decided to allow me to be their Master of Ceremony at their Reception. I hijacked the proceedings long enough to tell a short thing I wrote that morning. I hope for the very best for Aaron and Morgan. … More A Picture
Flowers bloomed early that year. The sun rose and shone with more warmth than most years. She used to plant these when it was summer. He would watch her water the flowers and in his memory these images were preferable to others. They were an old friend he could call on now, sometimes. The girl … More The Girl With the Sunkissed Hair
Roma, Italia The early morning fog is heavy. It sticks to my sweaty skin. It is cold this morning, around ten degrees Celsius. Anna is sleeping in our small bed of an apartment only half a kilometre from the Vatican. I am walking to Piazza Giuseppe Garibaldi; it is a hill near the River Tiber. … More L’Ultimo
“We should go on a ride sometime.” Dave looks at me with his bright blue eyes. “We should go.” “I know.” I say to him. The evening stretches our shadows, our shapes grow and reach for eternity. The night will be here soon and they long to get away. Dave stands by his bike. It’s … More Sooner or Later
In rained today, a soft mist like it does on the coast sometimes. The water slowly soaks you through and you can feel it and smell the grass and trees drinking drinking it all. She looks over my shoulder. “You couldn’t have gotten that wet; you’ve only been out for a few minutes today.” A … More A Package in the Rain
A short and silly story. +++++++++ The air is stale here. Too many years of cigarettes, the recent laws passed that forbid public smoking weren’t enacted soon enough to save the walls here. I sit alone with a whiskey. The crowd is loud, like always. I have a feeling the owner in the … More Heavy, A Little, I think
I wrote this a few years ago after watching a Nat Geo documentary on the death marches of the Nazis. In our current world wide political climate, I think it is pertinent. This story contains adult content. The dead remember our silence, the dead remember our apathy. Chaim drops his hat. And … More Our Own Damnation
I’m sick. It’s seven in the morning. My damned internal alarm clock won’t let me sleep this hangover off. It’s the only one I’ll have on this Island. I promise. I pace through the kitchen. I pace through the living room. I run to the toilet. I’m sick. It goes on like this for an … More No Ka Oi
This is an older story I wrote years ago. I have never been to Brig. I would very much like to go. Light spilled onto the stone and he sipped his drink. The air coming off the river sifted its way through the street and he could smell spring in the air already. The language … More To Valais
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