A day on Interstate 80

The sweltering heat from the sun fumed down on Benjamin’s back. Sweat drenched his shirt, it clung to his chest, bringing a brief cooling relief against the humid air. His flesh, once light in pigment, now seared red to the touch like burning coals. Perspiration seeped out his pores and ran off him to the... Continue Reading →

Once a Rat, always a Rat

The tattered burlap sack lifted violently off his head, revealing a face so battered and bruised, that Clive was hardly recognizable to anyone who knew him. The overhead lamp, hanging from a chain suspended from the ceiling, swayed back and forth, in a circular motion. The light cast a spotlight across the concrete floor and... Continue Reading →

Carl’s Refusal

Carl stood in the bathroom gazing at himself in the mirror. He turned his head to one side, then to the other. He appeared older, he noticed wrinkles and grey hairs where there was none before. He took a deep breath and exhaled in disappointment. Shit, he mumbled under his breath, stretching the newly discovered... Continue Reading →

Sparrow

March, 2017 “King me, Morty old boy!” Wally said, mockingly rubbing his hands together. Mortimer, or Morty, as he was known in the wing, pressed his lips together, annoyed. The black and red checker board now flooded with Wally's red chips. Morty’s black army had dwindled down to the last remaining few. It was the... Continue Reading →

The Ninth Hour

 8:45pm He sat on the floor against the wall, the 9 mm Colt lay next to him, magazine fully loaded, ready to fire. A beaming light broke through the drapes, lighting the dark room's interior. A voice on a megaphone, in the streets below, ordered him to surrender. The end neared, they would burst through the door and attempt to take him alive. He would not let that happen .... Continue Reading →

Searching for Emily Rose

I have never been a ladies man, I couldn't tell you the first thing about being in a relationship. It's been that way my entire life. I don't know what it feels like to be loved or cared for by a woman. To hold their hand or run my fingers through their hair. I don't know what it's like... Continue Reading →

Broken Silence

“Momma?” he said to her, softly. “Are you sad? Why are you crying?” She looked upward at him slowly, knowing he wouldn’t understand. “I’m not sad, I’m happy. I’m crying, because I’m happy.” ——————————————————--------------- He opened his eyes - startled. No matter where his eyes wandered, blackness surrounded him. His sister, a year older, lay... Continue Reading →

The Tattooed Man

Samuel stepped through the automatic doors, the cool refreshing air from the AC vents suspended above him hit him like a splash of ice cold water. It was summer outside, the heat dry and scorching - he welcomed the coolness of the fully air-conditioned department store. It was connected to the main mall, it led... Continue Reading →

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