The first brilliant colors of dawn present themselves, but are unnoticed by a young couple in a grey sedan. The bright orange edge of the sun emerges on the horizon, but these two figures are distracted by the commotion that immediately surrounds them, and the final goal that lies directly in front of them. TheyContinue reading “Garrett Prologue”
Category Archives: Short Stories
Bricks
Bricks “About thirty years…” I think to myself. I am sitting in a small park in a fashionable town 20 miles north of Chicago. It’s a nice day. The grass is green, the sun is out, and there is a steady but gentle breeze. The sun makes me glad I am outside; the breeze makesContinue reading “Bricks”
green – Read this at a Park
Green (please read this at a park) There are hundreds, if not thousands of shades of green, but there are two basic “types” of green: There are greens found in plants, leaves, grass, and living things; and then there are the various hues and shades that we assign to things that are manufactured, produced, orContinue reading “green – Read this at a Park”
Galumphing
Bill sat in the dirt and stared at the ring in his hand. It was a beautiful wedding ring he had purchased over a year ago, but there it was in his hand instead of on the finger it was intended for. He once felt like his life was poised at the edge of perfection:Continue reading “Galumphing”
Serial
SERIAL Can a compulsion be considered a motive? I have no other reason to explain why I do what I do. It starts as a feeling before it even becomes a conscious thought. The feeling grows effortlessly into an idea. When I realize the idea has been formed, I resist it. I try to forgetContinue reading “Serial”
The Spoon
Sharon had never needed to defend herself before. An impending figure rushed toward her, and she found herself in a circumstance that she had never imagined… As usual everyone else on her shift that night had come up with an excuse to leave early, and she was left to lock up the café alone. SheContinue reading “The Spoon”
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