Fugitive Heart
At the anarchist's gathering. Suddenly, there's this girl with a hank of keys clipped onto the belt of her jeans which hang loosely on her narrow hips. She walks slowly,…
The Moment Had Passed
A storm blew inside his head the night he reluctantly decided to answer another personal ad. He had promised himself that he would not respond to any more; he was…
Comparison
On the outskirts of town, in a building that once contained small offices; an accountant, an herbalist, a criminal lawyer, there lived a fortune teller. She specialized in wine readings;…
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
One summer morning over breakfast Arlene, Max’s wife of twenty-five years, announced that she was planning to have an affair. “Who plans to have an affair and then tells the…
Space To Fill
It begins out there in space with a woman sketching memories filling empty space while the gods of scratch and unfinished stories cling to recycled hope. They pause at the…
Tunnel
It was summer when I found out that I am autistic. Last summer. I was 65. I had been wondering about myself for a long time. Thinking that maybe something…
Shipwrecked
He wakes from a dream flickering in silken darkness silence drifting through a broken window sill covered with the kiss of her fingertips. She was here once, now gone but…
The Nowhere Map
Sometimes the heart drives without glasses, squints into the sun, sings off key, songs about love and regret. Pinning hope to the dashboard its destination slips from view, the nowhere…