We were driving down to Oregon a week before Christmas, each contemplating what the move would mean for us, when the radio died. We hadn’t been listening to the radio; we’d brought a book full of CDs to while away the hours, and we hadn’t really been listening to those either – but with theContinue reading “Measurements of Time”
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Cyclical
When the atom bombs finally went off, mankind had the audacity to act surprised. There was mass panic and chaos all across the globe. Some people took to the streets, running as if they could actually escape the destruction. Others stared stupidly and uncomprehendingly at the sky, mouths hanging open like gaping craters that pittedContinue reading “Cyclical”
Play Date
Yancy climbed into the backseat of his car, slipping off his tattered vans before contorting himself through the gap of the two front seats and sliding in behind the steering wheel. Outside the snow continued to fall, but Yancy couldn’t see it from inside the cocooned vehicle. His breath appeared before him like trails of steam, and heContinue reading “Play Date”
Remembrance
Wavering strains of “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” reached Martha as she hurried across the back lawn. She stopped, turning to watch the funeral at the far end of the cemetery, the black lace which hung from her hat tickling her cheeks. It was a small ceremony, she thought, stroking the velvet top of the stovepipeContinue reading “Remembrance”
You Ever Dance with the Devil in the Pale Moonlight?
Frank watched it carefully from behind his bar. The club was empty by this hour, thank goodness. He didn’t want it getting out that he had resorted to this. A demon. Frank Delgatto, how low can you go? Hell, he was desperate. This cop, this Lt. Demming, was closing in, and none of the conventional means of sendingContinue reading “You Ever Dance with the Devil in the Pale Moonlight?”