Teresa
Teresa “Teresa,” her mother’s voice echoed off the school yard walls. “Teresa. Dinner time.” The ball rolled ’round the rim three times before falling off to the side. Terry clapped her hands in disgust. “Guess you blew the game,… (READ MORE)
The Reverend Broderick Sloan MacDougal
The Reverend Broderick Sloan MacDougal Everyone knew Brod was gay, but no one said a word. Tomorrow was his forty-fifth birthday and he was watching the clock beside the bed tick off the seconds. He had checked in after nine… (READ MORE)
Tommy & Roy
Tommy & Roy As Tommy slammed the door 400 men crashed to their death. Plastic soldiers, he had spent hours strategically placing for war games after school, toppled. But another explosion came during breakfast and it wasn’t nuclear, it… (READ MORE)
Somebody Special
Somebody Special As long ago as she could remember Edwinna had no friends and she didn’t care. Sitting on the front porch in a cotton print dress and thin strapped sandals, the teenager pushed the swing slowly in the… (READ MORE)
The Picnic
The Picnic Joe couldn’t sleep. The still night air was interrupted only by the soft clicking of the blinds as the ancient floor fan whirred slowly. It wasn’t the steamy heat which was causing his restlessness or the constant… (READ MORE)
The Piano Bar
The Piano Bar No one knew how long May had been playing. When she took her cup of coffee and glass of water without ice from the cigarette burned piano top over to the single table in the corner… (READ MORE)
Layover
Layover The voice over the loud speaker paged every thirty seconds announcing arrivals, departures, and delays. Kathleen sat amid the turmoil surrounded by luggage laden college students in jeans and businessmen in dark suits with leather briefcases in one… (READ MORE)
The Locker Room
The Locker Room BJ opened the locker room door only to be surprised by Old Mickey. “Still here guy? I forgot my watch.” The near deaf attendant looked up at the strikingly handsome black man. “Do what you need to… (READ MORE)
Carousel
Carousel Sarah left the house angry and hurt; a combination of slamming doors, hostile words, and tears. They fought every weekend now or so it seemed. She supposed, as she wiped her tears with the back of her hand,… (READ MORE)
The Best in the World
The Best in the World I never saw Julie run. As the door locked behind me and I approached the sign-in book, I sensed tonight would be different from other visits. Opening the bag of frozen yogurt for the… (READ MORE)