Short Fiction: Going in Circles

"His hands are sticky." Mallory rooted through the diaper bag for wipes. She stooped to be eye-level with their son, and the little girl behind them in line bumped into her. Again. Her knee hit the ground---hard---to keep from toppling over, and she gritted her teeth. Instead of lecturing the girl, she gripped the wipe … Continue reading Short Fiction: Going in Circles

Short Fiction: Poor Form

"Tell me again why you said yes." Paula peered into the cramped closet and shook her head. Wasn't much to work with. "I had to." Valerie pushed her friend aside and grabbed an ivory blouse. "If I declined, he'd think I was jealous. So would all our friends." "You are jealous." Paula yanked the blouse … Continue reading Short Fiction: Poor Form

Short Fiction: Fog

Sarah took her coffee out onto the back porch and looked out over the sprawling vista. The sun was just beginning to crest on the horizon, and the hazy morning fog painted the landscape with an indistinct brush. So many mornings like these rushed back to her---memories of dew-dampened shoes as she scampered after her … Continue reading Short Fiction: Fog

Short Fiction: The Case of the Disappearing Socks

Okay, this is a HUGE departure from my typical fiction, but recently Mae Clair told me I hadn't posted any pet pictures in a while, so I'm combining a picture of Max (sorry it's blurry, but he almost never stays still in front of the camera) and a silly little "story" to go with it. … Continue reading Short Fiction: The Case of the Disappearing Socks

Short Fiction: One to Remember

Mitch took a deep breath. His hands shook, trembled so much he almost dropped what he held. He needed to calm down, think things through. Without a plan, he'd botch the whole thing. And he wanted the night to be special. One to remember. A knock shattered the quiet of the room. Who could that … Continue reading Short Fiction: One to Remember

Short Fiction: A Soothing Cup of Tea

Ten-fourteen. Kimber prepared a hazelnut frappé. Her hands moved from rote memory. She'd made the same drink every day at that time for the last three years. Without fail. The bell above the door tinkled, signaling the arrival of a new customer. Quarter after ten, on the nose. She looked down, letting her hair fall … Continue reading Short Fiction: A Soothing Cup of Tea

Short Fiction: First Case

"Johnson." Detective Barnes put his hand on the rookie's shoulder. "Let me give you some advice before you go down there." "It's okay, sir. They told me what to expect." "Hearing about it is one thing. Experiencing it is something else." The young officer shrugged. "Abernathy said it's a cloying sweetness. Like fermenting, rotting fruit. … Continue reading Short Fiction: First Case

Short Fiction: Why Marketers Drink

"What is this?" Ian threw the sketches on the conference table. "You're joking, right?" Polly's gaze darted around the room, searching for an ally in the group. Finding none---expecting none---she sighed. Why was it always her the boss yelled at first? "We never really came to a consensus. But we were running out of time. … Continue reading Short Fiction: Why Marketers Drink

Short Story: Winter in the Weald

"What do you mean, you locked the door?" John dropped the cooler on the weathered planks of the porch. Carrie rubbed her hands together and blew on them. "That's what normal people do when they leave a house." "This isn't a house, Carrie. It's a cabin in the woods." "I don't see the difference," she said. … Continue reading Short Story: Winter in the Weald

Short Fiction: Emergency!

Caroline took a deep breath to calm herself---and immediately regretted it. The woman they just brought in smelled like urine and sweat. And sex. "What's your problem, bitch?" The prostitute's eyeliner was smeared, although Caroline doubted she'd been crying. Her garish red lipstick was smudged, bleeding into the crinkled skin around her mouth. Caroline forced … Continue reading Short Fiction: Emergency!