Category Archives: Fiction

The panic erupted in the middle of his sleep.  It was like a fire alarm going off in his head, a realization that he’d left a pot of soup boiling on the stove or the bathtub running, and he’d driven … Continue reading →

In the old days, according to his people’s laws, it would have been perfectly fine to replace a relative who died with someone adopted into the family. That was especially the case if the relative had been murdered by a … Continue reading →

I sat on a bench, the sort that’s attached to a redwood picnic table, facing outwards to a shorn field that served as the town’s off-leash dog park. I threw a tennis ball, a Penn, with a ball tosser, something … Continue reading →

         Gus Peterman had the rest of his days ahead to look forward to. Both of them            Of course, that wasn’t much of a surprise. Once you’re diagnosed with terminal cancer, once you’ve gone through the whole denial, bargaining thing, you’re … Continue reading →

Sam pumped and pumped but it was no use.  The ball was dead flat.  He wanted to swim with it as a substitute for the disintegrated styrofoam kickboard, the victim of a summer’s fun for a few too many kids.  … Continue reading →

            It was not as if the boy’s pleas were falling on deaf ears, not at all. Henry Munroe heard him loud and clear, his impatience growing each time the child asked. Was he oblivious? If a teacher meant no, … Continue reading →