In the twilight years, familiar lights grow dim. But are there others that might also flicker on?… Continue Reading
Light snow was still falling, making the scene from the window look like a Christmas card as he stood there crying. She had always been just a pillow away, connected and separated by a million good and bad intangibles between them.… Continue Reading
Plausible deniability and I were old acquaintances. The only one I was closer with was my dear pal cognitive dissonance. I had been apologising for the people I knew to the people I didn’t know as well, for years.… Continue Reading
The sky was white like withering parchment. I was pacing and sweat-slicked, sunscreen burning my eyeballs. I had a choice: be a normal man with freakish tendencies or a freakish man with normal tendencies. The former, I thought, was harder to forgive.… Continue Reading
Money can buy happiness, he says. The fluorescents shimmer above him and the dusty gas pumps and the truck that smells like old truck and the lake. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.… Continue Reading
Dad stands vigil at the helm, arms crossed, tongs snapping air as he draws upon some magic intuition that whispers when to rotate the sausages. Or—as he calls them—Hallowieners, because he is Dad, a Midwestern Dad, and the groans from his wife, children, grandchildren, and family cat fuel his laughter.… Continue Reading
She stood over him, naked as the moon. I had never seen her like that. Her skin looked hot and fluid under that weak light, like the skin of some Greek snake goddess we’d learned about in school. I couldn’t tell where she ended and the shadows began.… Continue Reading
Death in a bag. Makes no sense, you say? Why would anyone want to have anything to do with death? For that matter, why would anyone want to carry death around with them? But it makes sense. It does. It makes an awful lot of sense, if you think about it. … Continue Reading
Each man was missing a limb or two, and sat for hours, smoking and silently staring at the facility’s impeccably manicured lawns. He couldn’t get this image out of his mind. Once he recalled it, he’d be silent for many hours.… Continue Reading
This week, James has another new story. In this one, God is a gigantic pink baby who reaches down from cloudbanks over the Midwest and swirls up tornadoes with his pudgy fingers.… Continue Reading