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Little Stars

David and I were still awake at 3 am. The moon wasn’t full, that wasn’t the reason, but the Perseids were doing their August trick, showering meteors like streaks of sleep dust from the sandman, mocking us.

Neon Sign Bar

Neon

Dave looked at the neon sign in the corner of the bar window: ‘DEAD END.’ Even though the name…

BMW

Slowing Down

Dr. Mica Monroe crossed the kitchen with four clicks of her six inch heels and opened the refrigerator door. Twenty one neatly stacked…

pink flowers

Against Ruins, in Praise of Pink

“Yes, yes. Over there is fine. Just under the middle window. Thank you so much,” Braynah said, directing the two workmen. Both men, in burly middle age…

Rosary

Hail Mary

I’m crammed in with forty-nine other pairs of feet, shackled in steel. It’s kinda like a reverse Oreo of…

zippo

The Burning Times

Adele had known the man whose body was found nestled among the bags of expired bread behind the 7-11. His name had been…

man

Pieces of You

“I am so broken,” you say. Raising my head, I am struck by this new look in your eyes. Mesmerized, I don’t even wonder as…

Goodwill

Fight in the Goodwill

The window display in the Goodwill relied on an imaginative employee. Sometimes washed, occasionally smokey, and…

blue butterfly

Wanderlust

Awais had a great thirst for adventure. During his college days he toured several places with his classmates in a college bus.