By • Mar 13,2009

Better

The Leader (Alex) We’re in a new hidey-hole, and as usual we’ve lost half a dozen things we really need: toothpaste, butter, even coffee. And now half asleep, feeling like...

By • Dec 19,2008

Heroine

I see my guardian angel. She is sitting on the curb sucking bad coffee out of a hole in the lid of a paper cup. I am carrying groceries out...

By • Sep 09,2008

The Floating Tomb

Things hadn’t been well for a long time. He could afford to admit it now that it was all over, and he had returned home from the funeral, his mind...

By • Jun 04,2008

Fiction: Retroactive Continuity

The only clean sweater was at the bottom of her suitcase, of course. Sarah stood in her jeans and bra, throwing clothes onto the bed. Outside, the rain picked up,...