Her New Ancestral Home
“We are close, Julie.” But he was aware, with his words, that she wasn’t behind him. He had not even noticed that the grip on his belt had loosened, he was so consumed with their forward progress.
Category: Short Fiction
From Curious to Fodder
When I was walking the streets of Chicago, I’d get as close to the lake as I could just to hear the lap of water. It was usually late, so the roar of the boats and the laughter of people did not interrupt me. In summer I might find late night lovers walking hand in hand. I thought them brave to walk and hold hands after dark in Chicago. I’d stay quiet and hide, not wanting them to think I was some thug or mugger.
Her Hunt His Folly
Hunting is habit forming. Some hunt for food, some hunt to test physical or emotional limits. Habit is formed when hunting is for fun.
Into the Asylum
There are days I wish it were over. I don’t want to know who I am and I don’t want to face another night. It’s different when the sun goes down. I know and they know and the world just goes on, ignorant.
The Indispensable Secretary
Self deceit often works in bring about what a person wants. Of course that sort of person only wants peaceful self contemplation.
Clever Girl
“Roger Caprice. Yeah, that’s a pen name – caprice, thought it would be fun.” Her blank stare made me worry; The resume was concise and well written, perhaps the references were a little vague, but time didn’t allow several hours in conversation about a temporary editor.
Accolades and Approval
It makes very little difference now whether they believe me. Actually, I’m not sure at this point why I thought it mattered at all. I’ve so immersed myself in his journals and maps that I felt I owed it to him, I suppose. He gave me purpose a dark purpose in finding… me.
I can see myself sitting here, as if I’m already dead, looking down upon my slumped form, near the fading and flickering candlelight. There must be a trickle of air coming from somewhere for the flame to continue; for me to continue
So This Guy Walks Into a Bar
At any rate, I’m just a regular guy who finished high school and then finished college in all of four years and started a job in the city and thought about getting married twice. I let those two ideas slip right by and now I have the odd and end girlfriend divorcee. I know it sounds like I’m a bit of a user and maybe I am.
I Never Write About Vampires
A woman who tries not to laugh is so unattractive when holding a very expensive crystal wine glass in her delicate hand. The very expensive red glow in the delicate crystal globe sloshes around like a well-bodied beer because of her momentary lapse of decorum; unacceptable.
No Such Soul Should Suffer
She reached forward, her slender wrist exposed from beneath her coat only for a moment. She busied herself with placing the can goods back upon the shelf. The memory of her steady pulse just beneath her skin caused him to shudder, fighting attraction.