
Sometimes Suzanne joked with her husband that she was the token older female at the office. Sure, WindShear had hired a few other women: Stephanie Cleary, the admin, plus Sunita Shah and Daksha Dutt in engineering. But they were in their twenties, …
Sometimes Suzanne joked with her husband that she was the token older female at the office. Sure, WindShear had hired a few other women: Stephanie Cleary, the admin, plus Sunita Shah and Daksha Dutt in engineering. But they were in their twenties, …
“Balderdash!” cried the handsome fogey when the garbled PA system half-announced a problem with the train.
“Due to . . .” repeated the speaker concealed over the station eaves. The voice sounded as if it belonged to a snippy young …
I once read somewhere where I couldn’t remember at the moment that every story is a ritual: it must have a beginning, a middle, a climax, an anticlimax and a closure. Did I have it? The closure? I needed one …
Skinny little Timmy and I ate burgers and fries at the picnic table while other psychiatric inpatient children played under counselor supervision in the hospital playground around us.
We watched a green-head fly hobble by with a drooping wing as …
The blaring of a telephone pierced the nighttime stillness in Santa Monica with all the subtlety of an air raid siren.
Not sure where he was, or even who he was, Ben Saltzman stumbled out of bed and grabbed the …
Christmas morning crashed over Rick like a tidal wave, all blurry lights and cacophonous noise. He snorted and coughed, lurched up to a seated position where he’d fallen asleep on the couch. Jack and Jaime were running laps around the …
“I’m going to be here, rain or shine.” Her blonde hair fell across her tan face hiding those brown gems and high cheekbones momentarily. I knew she was baiting me; she always did that with a smile. She always knew …
As I started to take the first bite of my Egg McMuffin, my lips and gums went numb on the right side of my mouth.
Until then, everything seemed normal. My wife Norma and I were having Sunday breakfast at …
Garden lettuce disappearing.
Rabbits getting fatter.
Summertime yin and yang.
Jim lives in a small town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories and poems have appeared in nearly three-hundred online and print publications. His short story “Aliens” has …