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
I loved her, this fire woman. Not at first, you see. Fallen women had only themselves to blame then. But yes, I loved her as much as I loved myself; can I dare say so now? I loved this combustible lass with the horrific...Read More
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