Give Your Face a Rest
It was still there. It wouldn’t go away not matter what he did, not stretching, not taping, not hooking over his ears made a difference...
A Peculiar Synchronicity
You saw me, but you said nothing. You pretended not to look at me while I pretended not to look at you, but we could distinc...
Three on a Spit
Where’s Stacy? She’s returning to New York from Los Angeles, seat 13C. She’s in the air, not laughing at The Office, she’s in the air...
Shadow of a Man
When she wakes in the middle of the night, she sees the tall shadow of a man stretched across the door. Her eyes are blurry and unadjus...
Funeral for a Friend
Muttering a frustrated slew of curses under his breath, Mo was going through his sixth attempt to fasten a Windsor knot around his shirt...
CYBERCHONDRIA
Steven banged into the computer keyboard, he had his handwritten list of medical conditions beside the screen to remind him of all the ...
The Workplace Some say I am a people person. None are/ have been/will be my co-workers. I find myself too readily annoyed by my co-workers who are not just ec...
Izmir Adventures
Standing in Izmir, the chaotic coastal city of Turkey, I felt the cool September breeze blowing in from the distant Aegean Sea. Cooler than ...