Dust sits on the old oak desk in her study. The layer of dust has thickened over the years. At the time of her death,
Tag: short stories
a death in the morning
a death in the morning In the early morning sunlight, as we near the plaza in the financial district, we see a crowd gathered. There,
running with atavistic fear
running with atavistic fear Running, running, I am running. A terrible, all consuming fear is gripping me, my entire being. I am alone, yet not
a cautionary tale – behind blue eyes
a cautionary tale – behind blue eyes “You’re a federal prisoner now. The rules are simple. You do what you’re told – when you’re told
to escape or not
to escape or not For our readers on four continents, happy lunar new year – next Sunday, February 10, 2013. The year of the snake. Now,
So, what did you learn down there?
So, what did you learn down there? “So, what did you learn down there?” Sipping some very exquisite whiskey in a comfortable chair, I make no
