A Nomination and a Decision
There is so much (good and bad) advice for writers on the internet! Full confession: I read every writerly advice article I come across. Many of them advise writers to… Read more »
Tag: short story
Latest Publications and Some News
Hello to the two readers of my blog! June was a wonderful month for my stories. Three of them found loving homes in some stunning magazines. It’s mid-July and I’ve… Read more »
Opuntia
Prickly Pear aka Opuntia, Genus Cactaceae. The fruit of the cactus plant is green when raw, bright red when ripe. You see her, a prickly pear standing alone by the… Read more »
Dear John
Soon we will be in bed. You will kiss my forehead and turn away, to your phone.
I will pretend to read, but really look at your graying head until I fall asleep.
Gas Station Sushi
I woke up one morning and she was gone. As if she was a butterfly that had landed on my nose for a brief moment. But in that brief moment, she made me believe in all things beautiful and pure.
The Antidote
My fangs were the first to go after the procedure. Then the thirst for blood. I live on without the will to live. I’ve been told to keep up, but… Read more »
The Other Woman
“I like the sound of blueberry scones. What about you, hon?” I ask, but Alice continues peering into her Sconehenge menu with furrowed brows, as if she’s memorizing every item on… Read more »
Whale Song
Behind him, the Monterey shore was turning into a distant speck. He stared out into the vast blue ahead. Cold gusts of briny wind slapped his cheeks. He wished he was someplace warm. He could go inside and sit with the others in the galley, but that would mean sitting with Cora.
Space Mountain
Tiny droplets of vapor collected inside the oxygen mask every time he exhaled. A thin layer of crust had formed on his eyelashes, like cobwebs in an abandoned house. Clear fluid dripped from an IV line in slow, almost hypnotic droplets. The room was quiet except for the staccato beeping of the heart monitor and the whooshing, Darth Vader-ish noise of the ventilator.
Before You Order that Pizza…
I loaded the last spoon into the dishwasher when I heard her coming down the steps. “At last, the tiny dictator sleeps!” she beamed with her hands in the air like a victorious… Read more »