The day Georgie Fisher died was a record breaker, the hottest April afternoon the city had had since the nineties. Her trainer had warned her about overworking her body in this heat, but Georgie ran ten miles a day every day, and she wasn’t about to stop because of some nice weather. Death must laughContinue reading “The Record”
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Stop
It had been a long drive; it would be even longer before he was done. Dylan scrambled for the napkins spread out over the passenger seat, remnants of a one-handedly consumed burger breakfast. He crumpled one between his fingers and dried his watering eyes. He’d been driving for hours, cutting through the dark like aContinue reading “Stop”
Like a Movie
At one hundred and four years of age, Geraldine was fairly certain that she had learned most everything worth knowing and done most everything worth doing. The tiny plastic tubes that were stuck up her nostrils itched terribly. She scowled, swiping at her nose with a shaking, liver-spotted hand. When the nurse came back, JaniceContinue reading “Like a Movie”
Selfishness
Brandon was a firm believer in the concept of re-gifting. After all, if you really liked something, chances were someone who liked you would also like that something. It wasn’t cheap; it was economical and earth friendly. It was also why none of Brandon’s romantic relationships could last longer than a year. Brandon told hisContinue reading “Selfishness”
Gone By
Every day I wake and Around me squats a city of steel and concrete. Roaring trucks trundle past my window, Their exhaust leaving trails in the still morning air, and the Howling wind breaking against half-finished buildings keeps me from sleeping. Deep breath in, I close my eyes; imagining the Arbors of my youth, falling asleepContinue reading “Gone By”