The flame is lit, and the candle burns a bright yellow. This is to be the last entry in this chapter of my life. There is nothing else left for me to say; but to end it this way. I…
Tag: Short Stories
The Bag
The trees bloomed on 23rd street. The air hung thick with the smell of flowers, coffee and burning wood from fireplaces. The sun was not out, hiding between clouds. It was a beautiful foggy day, the perfect beginnings of an…
Shattered Letters
A song in the background sings, I only have eyes for you. “Burt, you called out ‘Kelli’ last night while we made love. Chirped her name softly as if you didn’t realize it. Does what I say pique your interest?…
Midnight Snack
One night while Jason Jenkins peacefully slept, a monster came. It was definitely midnight around his neighborhood and everyone was asleep. His neighbor’s dog was the first awaken, alerted by the stench. The little hound barked and barked at the…
Making Tea
You’re thirsty, so you decide to go into the kitchen. There is no juice in the refrigerator and no concentrate in the freezer. Standing there, holding the fridge door open, you glance sideways at the faucet. Tap water could satisfy…
The Lottery Ticket
Every Tuesday and Thursdays Sheryl took care of the elderly Richardson couple. The blonde would bathe them, cook their meals, and cleaned their townhouse. She enjoyed their company. Every Monday night, however, Mr. Richardson bought a lottery ticket. Sheryl never…
The Lillend
The lines constructing the floor move to and fro while the hands on the clockface dance time away. The Lillend puts her masque upon her face and casts her picturesque victim dice. Laughing aloud she cries, ” Tis your turn…
Juggling Eternity
Juggling balls of time, I help to create reality. Tiny glass balls of colour bounce and dance between my fingers. Primal ooze, the fields of imagination, the majician’s playtoys, spark and glow within. Red. Green. Blue. Black. Red balls of…
Heart Divided
Jealousy is an ugly attachment. It divides, splits the heart in half between the one true and the plethora of smaller “lesser” hearts of amistad. How to manage love in multitudes is the trick. One false step; perhaps in the…
Fate and Freewill
Fate and freewill are but the best of friends. They are always together, sharing each other’s clothes. Where one speaks her mind freely, the other assimilates and conforms. Freewill is herself always. Who she is, was, and could be are…