Like in her nightmare. Like the coyotes from sleep. She had tripped over something. A rock, most likely. Fell on … More
Tag: short fiction
Sunshine, Sir
Sunrise. The spacecraft landed on a sand dune. Ocean not far beyond. The pod door opened, and out stepped the … More
The Vicodin Man
At the dining room table, my brother apologized. He told me, “I’m sorry, man.” “It’s fine,” I said. “It’s just … More
rat train
Onto the train. And here sat a horrible man. Filthy and probably dying. A horrible man, indeed. Let’s hope he … More
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