He was writing a suspense story with a beginning, a . . .
Martin H. Levinson is a member of the Authors Guild, National Book Critics Circle, PEN America; the book review editor for ETC: A Review of General Semantics, …
“As I said, I drove to the house around 5 p.m. and noticed nothing unusual.”
It had been at least ten years since I’d been there, for my mother’s funeral, and even then I could barely stomach it. Two days …
Sheila is awake in the middle of the night as usual. Once long ago, she found her mother up in the middle of the night; having her secret cigarette. Sheila crawled into her lap and they sat there together in …
My father walks through the door. The volunteer fire department’s noon alarm test announces his arrival. Mother has lunch on the table: tuna sandwich with pickle and potato salad. I am home because it is winter recess, what Father insists …
“Give me the lenses!” Fiero screamed with bloodshot eyes after hearing the suppressed and professional, “I’m sorry, but we just can’t let you walk out with them today,” for the thousandth time. Those words were fertilizer to the thicket of …
The steamed windows told Officer John Sheehan that the Ford was occupied. Call for backup? His squad was taking Code-Ten at the Baptist Church. Every year the congregants cooked Thanksgiving dinner for the police, fire fighters, and paramedics who had …
The footbrake on Jim’s Mazda squeaked as he brought the car to a stop. He looked up at the house across the road as he switched off the engine. A memory flooded his mind: him and his father out the …
“Listen, Sanjay. I have to tell you something.”
Dev’s handsome jaw twisted in discomfort as he said this, while he struggled to wrench something out from inside himself.
“Yes, tell me,” Sunny answered.
His best friend, Dev, had been uncharacteristically …
“Why’s my coffee lumpy?”
“No cream. We substituted cottage cheese.”
John H. Dromey writes in a variety of genres. He’s had drabbles (100-word stories), flash fiction, and short stories published in print and online.…