Happily Ever After
He keeps all his photos, and looks through them regularly. She’d never said so, but to herself she admits that of course it bothers her. In fact, how could he not see that it...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
He keeps all his photos, and looks through them regularly. She’d never said so, but to herself she admits that of course it bothers her. In fact, how could he not see that it...
The air conditioner in his office is off, its faceplate still missing. No chairs, so Fran and I stand, answering his questions. Then he and I speak alone. No heated words, this time. No...
Blue Heron. Regal sentinel. Watches carefully. Heartstones lead the way down my path. Remnants of snow here and there. Reminders of cold quiet nightfalls. I look up and see a pair of ears and...
It’s time to let YABC go. More than time. So why do I grasp it until I’m numb? rising light everything I let go has claw marks Photo by Steve Halama
Short Story You think you know, sonny? You don’t know! You don’t know! I know; I was there! I saw it all unfold and I could tell you every detail… of what? Of what? ...
After a long meeting that followed a longer day, Susan P. and I approach Mr. J. He says that our program is “out of compliance.” He won’t say how he knows, just that I...