Category Archives: Fiction

We all have regrets. Coulda, woulda, shoulda…fill in the blank. It drives some people into insanity. Or into therapy. Or worse. Coulda, woulda, shoulda. Shoulda is the worst of the trio. I should have done this, but I did that … Continue reading →

The smiles of the small crowd on the street disappeared faster than the people who hurried away from the boys in the brown outfits. Yelling profanities despite the presence of children who’d been enjoying the man’s show, they kicked his … Continue reading →

Harry made suggestive gestures around the voluptuous crystal ball. Eyes rolled back into his head, he chanted words that could have been Arabic, he even invoked Allah, with a smattering of Hebrew he recalled from a Bar Mitzvah, but most … Continue reading →

(I read recently that decapitated heads do things for a few moments, movements, probably a function of nerves as opposed to consciousness after execution. Right? Well, there have been studies saying that there is some awareness, which is totally gross … Continue reading →

The faded remnants of the 14th Brooklyn marched across a freshly harvested cornfield, the dried stalks stabbing at their legs.  Beetles and aphids, stink bugs and mosquitoes, rose from the rotting husks. And dust. Dust lifted with every step, covering … Continue reading →

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 →