Mia’s Memories We take the boat out from Cook’s Bay, as we always have. But it’s just Mia in the bow. No Ranger. The wind…
Things would have been so different, had I not fallen in love that hot summer. I would have spent my days boating with my brothers,…
Living on: A 50-word short story In the shade of the arbor, the old man sipped a mint julep — perhaps his last. Marcie, his…
One night Helen left the window ajar to let in the late September breeze. She had chosen this little yellow stucco house by the sea…
(Photo credit: @agsttne) The road from Bozeman to Fargo is flat and lifeless. Rudy is determined to get the long drive behind them. He pushes the…
Image source: CBS New York Sonya slept that morning, catching up. It was the sleep of angels, floating on a puff of clouds and feathers.…
The family climbed up the steep dune, which muffled all but a muted bellow of waves. Finally, they crested the rise where cloud-clad sun, gulls,…
Two detectives looked out across the grounds of the estate with its heir, Andrew Sarcophogus. Some serious shit had gone down. Andrew’s parents were dead…
The drifters came upon the dusty Oklahoma town off Route 66 on a gray October afternoon. They were hungry and tired, and were just barely…
Keira sniffed and listened. The chill air carried scents from miles away. She would catch a whiff of something and then the wind would change.…