Short Fiction: The Last

Cap walked cautiously away from the fence and headed into the forest. The trees provided cover for them, but it also offered camouflage for the enemy. His eyes never stopped moving as he traversed the overgrown path. Briggs trailed after Cap, seemingly unaware of the concept of stealth. He nudged a shrub with the toe … Continue reading Short Fiction: The Last

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Short Fiction: Things Aren’t Always What They Seem

Kelly burst through the doors. She looked over her shoulder. No one followed. "Whoa!" She heard the exclamation too late. Before she turned forward, she plowed into her father. Her breath left her in a whoosh on impact, then she bounced off him and landed on her backside. Dad bent over and made a groany, … Continue reading Short Fiction: Things Aren’t Always What They Seem

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: 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: 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!

Short Fiction: The Ultimate Act of Love

"I'm so glad you decided to come to my cabin with me." Peter stoked the fire in the rustic stone fireplace and put a pan up to heat. "I've wanted this for so long. I can't believe it's finally time." Kerry made a soft sound he took to mean she was glad, too. He stared … Continue reading Short Fiction: The Ultimate Act of Love

Short Fiction: Company Man

Glenn's hands dampened, and he almost dropped his tray. First days sucked. It was like school all over again. Where did the cool kids sit? Would they welcome him? Would anyone? Where he sat could conceivably impact his happiness at work for years---maybe decades---to come. He finally landed his dream job. Sure, he had to … Continue reading Short Fiction: Company Man

Valuable Treasures

When I was young, my father and both my grandfathers loved to watch westerns, particularly on the weekends. I was subjected to the genre more than I care to remember. Now I think back to those days fondly, but I still have no real love for the genre. Which is why I swore I'd never … Continue reading Valuable Treasures