Someone has been poking mysterious signatures in a new mall. Who was going to be doing this?
A secret revealed beyond the grave.
The bookseller leaned over the counter. Napkins from past meals and papers and open books scatter across the glass top, hiding the contents protected below – the rarer books and the signed ones. An identification badge at the end of the bookseller’s lanyard dangled low. Glasses drifting to the end of his nose gave him.. Read More
The Marien house stood behind two grinning stone lions at the end of a crackled cobblestone path. Maeve brushed one of the paws for luck as she passed. Old raindrops hung from the ivy above the ancient door. Genre: Ghost Story
Doug stood in the street next to the first driveway. He looked at his clipboard. His parents, his sister, two cousins, and his parents’ neighbors. At least they didn’t all share his last name. He wiped his right hand on his pants and shook it hoping to dry the moisture. A clammy handshake wouldn’t do.. Read More
He slept horribly, the worst night yet. It had taken him forever to go to sleep, and he woke up several times to use the bathroom. But, more than that, he felt like shroud of darkness hung on his shoulders. It was a numbness that felt like the slow crawl of death. It was only.. Read More
Darrel loosened his tie ever so slightly and unbuttoned the collar of his dress shirt. “Wow,” he sighed, reveling in the release and pleasure of no longer being choked. The satisfaction was fleeting as he scanned the bank and then glanced at his watch. Sure enough, seventy five minutes had already passed, but the single,.. Read More
Your reaction surprises you, the complete inability to speak so unexpected, even in light of the news. You have spent many years advocating for and supporting others through these waters, and yet, when faced with it like this, the words stop. The world stops. The chatter in the restaurant dies away until the grimy diner.. Read More
‘To Laurence: Always remember me… Saml. 1946’ I stared at the inscription so long I half-expected the letters to move around in procession, like a football marching band forming the name of its alma mater. Genre: Short Fiction
“Move in with me.” Reagan snatched her gaze from her plate. To avoid staring at Jay, she’d been forcing herself to look down at her food when the conversation lapsed. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “What’d you say?” Genre: Flash Fiction
A nearly 100 year old letter finally reaches its intended recipient. But is she prepared?
I’m sitting in bed scrolling through my Facebook feed over my cup of tea as I always do first thing in the morning: I see a picture of the husband of a friend of my sister. And next to him. Next to him. Him! The man who I had been in love with. Many years.. Read More