Ever since Willy Two Horse had been elected as the Tupai Tribe’s President, its Board Meetings kept getting closer and closer to the designated starting time of two o’clock. The latest meeting got underway at 2:37 PM, less than...Read More
When Mrs. Weiss backhanded the doctor, who was a good five years younger than her still-finding-himself son, the chicken scratch notes from her medical chart went flying everywhere. “Mrs. W, try to remain calm,” the doctor said...Read More
Until this morning, September was a time of open windows, Indian summer coming through, a smell of sun and warmed earth, cricket-song recalling Septembers past and Septembers yet to come. Until this morning, I had no fear of...Read More
Forget the corny décor. Of all the beachside cafes, Nick’s Mermaid Café, his old-fashioned regular, still serves the best cooked English breakfast south of the city. He finishes the last of his poached egg, sips his sanctioned...Read More
The pail and the lantern. For Jimmy, in this town, in 1908, these were the icons of adulthood. Sure, there were many more, but they were at the top of his list. He saw them in his sleep, dancing around the magic of his...Read More
As if in a dream—the wind clawing at his eyes and mouth––Lucas strips the glove from his right hand and takes the .44 Colt Anaconda from his jacket pocket. In the glow of the Coleman lantern, which he’s propped up in the snow...Read More
Later, Emily will refer to it as the Winter of Death, record Seattle rainfall as a fitting backdrop. December kicked it off, with her father’s notable decline which, at 94, could hardly be argued; but saddens her beyond belief....Read More
i.Lucas leaned against the shower cubicle wall as hot water pours over him. The scars on his body glistened, pink and raw. He traced one with his fingertip, still in disbelief at its existence. Twelve months might’ve healed the...Read More
I get the call at 1:17 a.m., “Jerry?” “Ben,” I say. Just stating fact. As I stand, I hear snow brushing our house. My wife, Dominique, rustles the bed, sits up, flips on the light. Her big blue peepers flash a question, “Ben...Read More
Jess woke up sad. It happened sometimes. She’d open her eyes feeling clammy, like she’d been covered in too many blankets for too long. To keep the sadness from growing heavier, she had to spring into action right away –...Read More
Mr. Fulton’s invitation to join him on the front porch came none too soon. Owing to the stuffiness of the room and the lateness of the hour, I was feeling drowsy, and was happy to put aside my books in favor of some fresh air,...Read More
It was ninety-two degrees outside, and the AC in my car was out. When I walked into the building, the cool air chilled my back, still damp with my sweat. My face was already flushed, so I loosened my black tie a little bit and...Read More
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