Category: Short Stories

Edie poured the coffee in dark channels into the coffee cup. She sat down at the table and started to sip the cheap hot liquid,

Old Bill Burns had woken that morning feeling terrible, and had sat crumpled up and fetus-like on the living room carpet next to the space

            George loved the beat-up sky blue ’74 Ford pickup that had seen its up’s and down’s and looked accustomed to the worst. By the

It was a small Aescalapius’ symbol of healing, miniature snakes twined around a miniature staff, that glimmered like silver to attract a raven that was