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Short Stories

Supermarket

Oct 25th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
The Old Man traveled the length of the I-beam like Cagney tap-dancing across a Broadway stage, arms fluttering out from his sides, taunt backside protruding, floating on tip-toe, his quick feet light and silent


Screwdriver

Oct 25th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
I snort out of a hard sleep. When I started, the evening still had breath, now the night has quieted the earth. My crumbling neighborhood is still. My porch lights have come on and made everything a dusty yellow.


A Knock on the Door

Oct 15th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
Marie had been in the bathroom the whole time. There was a knock on the door, and then someone tried to push it open


The Scramble

Oct 15th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories

Amanda sat in one of the carts on the concrete path by the third tee, mind watching her older brothers argue like when they were kids. She never thought she would be playing golf with them since she had spent …



Sal’s Beach House

Oct 15th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories

Salvatore Conti knew he was dead. But not in the true literal sense. In day-to-day life and activities
he merely lost all interest—but there was still one thing he enjoyed doing, the one thing
that had to be done, he …



She Likes Surprises

Oct 15th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories

Our closeness dissolves in post-orgasm body heat. When I return from the bathroom, she stands framed in the window, city light defining her silhouette as she gets ready for work.

“You look good,” I say, from the safety of the …



A Cool, Calm Sink into Oblivion

Oct 6th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
I could feel my blood pressure rising. I could feel this hurricane, typhooning underneath my skin; my skin the sky, my blood an ocean, a brine, a melting pot.


He Said, She Said

Oct 6th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
The water pressure in her apartment was like a runaway train. She was just like the water pressure.


The Superhero

Oct 6th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
Linda thought she was dreaming. She panicked, yet couldn’t intervene. Her strength and will weren’t part of the plot.


Burial Music

Oct 6th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
The police show up at my apartment because this is the address they have