Taillights in the Rain

Jacob drove down the street, tires kicking up puddles to splash empty sidewalks. It was only three o’clock in the…

“Arrival” Asks the Hard Questions

“We want to forget until we start to forget. from the poem Regret” ― Lawrence Raab, The History of Forgetting…

The hole was an enigma. Harold Jennings, like many, had gotten the idea to visit it while he and his…

Ash fell softly on the ground, piling up into a shuffle of dust around Karen’s feet. She kicked a bit…

Thundering in Ashton’s head brought the blur to a crisp, waking reality. Every pock and crater, every line of texture…

The lights had flickered in the wet splatter of the storm. Bullets of rain smacked into the sides of the…

The latex tourniquet was tight on his right arm, the veins bulging against his skin. Arnold Pine had large, thick…

He drug his bag of candy behind him, the pillowcase staining on the ground as the damp slowly soaked into…

Do you know the story? It’s an old-un, the real thing lost to history. What we have left is the…

Sunlight blazed down through the tinted windows of the slick Taurus, last year’s model, on the lot. Heat cooked in…