Shilling
Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin…
Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin…
The man lying on the hospital bed knows that he is dying. Beside him, the heart monitor stutters, falters, returns to a steady pace once more, each time the rhythm slower.
Jimmy was never in a hurry to go home after school, but today was an exception. He raced through the spring melt, flew through the door, kicked…
The man lying on the hospital bed knows that he is dying. Beside him, the heart monitor stutters, falters, returns to a steady pace once more, each time the rhythm slower.
Markus stood by the closed gate. The airport had been busy that day. He had arrived in plenty of time, gone to the lounge, read the paper.
I stopped ignoring him on a frozen February morning. It was the kind of Monday I pictured postal carriers calling in sick. Five seconds out the front door of my apartment…
A heavy weight presses down on my chest. It feels like a chasm is forming under the breastplates covering my heart. I take a moment…
The Sunday I first went to the quarry was after I made Tito choose. He’d been back in the States a few weeks. This is what his mother…
I arrive late at my writers group, stepping into the quiet swish of pens on paper, of fingers tapping on keyboards. I love that look of concentration…