After seven days of intolerable confinement, Izzy decided that this foggy afternoon was the right time to free herself. And, if she could manage, Clara.
She had been testing her crippled body since the morning darkness, inundating her extremities with …
I’m finally retired and have time to excavate our ruined basement. It was once a great place to entertain–field-stone fireplace, wet bar, burnt orange 70s carpeting. There was a tiled laundry-room, spare bedroom, drop ceilings, dark paneling. Beginning with my …
“That’s it!” Sherry said. She tried to wipe the clump of mud off the side of her face but only ended up smearing it further up her cheekbone. “I’m out of here.”
“Aw, come on,” Cole said. “Don’t be like …
We’d decided to meet up on the far side of the Moor. Me and Sophie. All very innocent, we were practically neighbours. We were just neighbours, classmates, friends. We just happened to be going to the same thing at the …
A worm of doubt has begun to creep in, to worm its wormy way toward the core, the sour apple core, of Tedworth Gribblesby. Toward the heart that beats in service to billions. Not just the heart, though, but also …
Most people get a mother-in-law when they marry. Mine came with the house.
When I first moved next door, she seemed harmless enough—a little old lady living by herself in a ranch style house with a lovely yard. But I …
Kyle had a sweetheart, his friends knew that much, but he refused to give them details, despite all their grilling. Hair, skin, eyes; boobs, legs and ass — they wanted to know about all that, and most importantly: Did she …
David was tempted to just keep driving, leave the drums packed to the roof in the car. But routine. Or was it obligation? Or maybe those are the same thing? He parked just yards from a stack of cardboard next …
This has been the longest week. A whole seven days since my Levi died. The house is different—empty, devoid of his comfort and love. Memories of my husband are all that remain.
I get up from the couch and drag …
Within seconds the melodious recital of our resident blackbird has condensed to a monosyllabic, metallic staccato. The pong hits me even before I’ve opened my bedroom window: something is burning, but this is not the earthy wafting of blazing heather, …