Short Fiction

wait

October 1, 2011

 (Published in Issue One of Specter Magazine) The bell just rang and Frank’s fried eggs are up with Faye’s broccoli omelet. Marco watches you stumble, these old feet two steps slow. Spattering grease crackles out of rhythm with your creaking joints. You’re the last to hear anything and even you can hear it. Look at him looking [...]

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your former ex-lover

July 7, 2011

                  She doesn’t expect him to jump up or anything, rush to her side, for God’s sake; she knows that those days are over. She places her palms against the window and pushes with all her weight; another gust of wind slams against the other side of [...]

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last pay phone in america

March 5, 2011

(Published in Spring ’10 Issue of The Portland Review) “Look,” I said, staring at the dealer’s car-shaped nametag, “Doug. I’ll make this easy. I want you to sell me the biggest lemon on the lot.” His tie must’ve been strangling him. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his suit pants, shoulders curled toward [...]

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