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The Gallery

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

It was quiet and it was dark. Nearly all the light came from the display cases that formed the labyrinthine path through the gallery. Dark. Quiet. Deserted. To be expected for 3pm on a rainy Monday in January. Not exactly…

A Few Seconds More

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Her breathing was labored, uneven. The simple, reflexive task of filling her lungs hurt and required all of her concentration. She was pulling deeply from the oxygen canister on her back. She should be elated, but her head was swimming…

By The Willow Tree

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

She closed her eyes and felt the breeze brush her cheeks. Save for the chirping of nattering birds and the burbling of the water over rocks it was silent. When she opened her eyes again, the effect was a burst…

Hemmed In

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Something scurried over his foot. It was hard to tell which one of them was more surprised. He jumped and the rat, or whatever it was, took off like a rocket up and over a fence. He paused for a…

Gretchen and Daniel

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

It had been nearly two years since the craziness of Memphis and life had returned to something resembling normal. “Resembling” normal was about as normal as it was going to get considering that Gretchen was stalked by news crews day…

Inspiration

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Maddie wiped the tears from her eyes. She was done crying, that wouldn’t bring Tay back. It wouldn’t bring Dorinda back and it wouldn’t bring her parents back. The rain and the mist had cleared while she was sleeping and…

Leaving

We have new neighbors. They seem nice enough, a couple with two teenaged boys. I met the boys and they were very polite. But that is not what I am writing about. Truth be told, our former neighbors, divorced, precipitating…

Illumination

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Sam stood on the apron of the stage, looking at the mannequin. It was wearing a red dress and he liked what he saw. It had been a long night with many trips up to the rafters above the auditorium…

Trish

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Trish leaned back in her chair and stretched her long legs out over the ottoman. It was a move designed to focus his attention; but to be honest, his attention didn’t need much more focusing. They’d been sitting here in…

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