On any day, behind these walls, you will find extraordinary people. A thousand of them have come and gone, and hardly a one was recognized, was truly seen. There’s no time here to practice seeing people. Too many tasks to …
If elected, I’ll introduce a bill to repeal Murphy’s Law.
John H. Dromey writes in a variety of genres. He’s had short fiction published in Mystery Weekly Magazine and many other places.…
Scene Two
Grit. Same as sandpaper. My hand trembled from the exertion of holding onto the uncertain rock surface. My weight held to the face of the vertical wall by will power and this one left hand. Above and to the right jutted …
Gray clouds moved overhead, blocking the sun while insulating the land. Winter after the holidays. Joy stripped from the air. Lights on houses looked silly. Mountains of snow, stained by traffic, at the corner of every road.
I wondered how …
The knocking woke me from a deep sleep. I glanced at the bedside clock. Two am. I went to the front door and looked out. An apparition was half turned, smoking a cigarette and made furtive eye contact with me. …