George SUNDAY The old man crosses a date on his calendar. A painted portrait of Mother Teresa looks upon him as he does. He sits on his...

My father hobbled up the path, still using that old bamboo stick as a cane. His favorite  torn-up hoodie was a large cocoon of grey cloth...

On her bed laid a ruffled dress her mother sewed years ago. A pair of leather boots rested on the wooden floor, resting by a chair. By...

Jasmine woke into her dream uneasy. Blinded by bright white sheets, she couldn’t find her underwear, her clothes, her hand melting into...

It was a shit deal, being a zombie. Well, maybe being  wasn't the right word. Zombies didn't really think. Plus, I, per se, wasn't really...

There is a door she's always wondered about.

Margaret felt guilty. She knew should feel guilty for what she had done, but she felt guilty for not feeling guilty

The apartment was quiet. Max had just left to drive to Burbank to go to an AA meeting and would be gone until the evening. At first, it...

1 Business was slow. I hung out at home buzzing on coffee, thinking about what to do. Missed a call, called back right away. A guy with a...

I asked her to watch the stars with me tonight, over a bottle of wine, and I’m not sure why she said yes. She is black and white like the...