Leslie Gray, a stout burn unit nurse, peered through her reading glasses at a business card, then up at the thin, young man, then back to the business card which revealed the various modes of communication for one James E. Silas, Esquire. "Well, you can go in, but don't expect much." Fluorescent lights reflected off … Continue reading In Ashes
Gramma Dee opened her eyes. She sat up, pivoting onto the toilet next to her bed. Her jaw worked involuntarily and she let out a little groan. Still here, she thought to herself. She smiled at the bird feeder outside her window. A bird-watching bicycle tour had brought Bill to her father's farm. He slept … Continue reading A Prayer of Gramma Dee
Oh, my daughter. It hurts to see you all alone, pottering around that big empty house filled with photos of happier times--posing with your husband, may he rest in peace, or with your children, who have long since moved out with families of their own. As a mother, my heart aches for you. I know … Continue reading Dissonant Love
It was 4:30 a.m. in San Francisco. Lenny had been working all night on the layouts for today's big, make-it-or-break-it meeting. Finally satisfied, he shut down his computer. In Tel Aviv Mischa was doing what she always did before a presentation. Going over her notes for the umpteenth time and rehearsing in front of a … Continue reading Poetic Justice?
The world looks nebulous as if seen through aged glass. I blink, blink again, shake my head and squint. Slowly the world shifts into clarity. The leg of a desk, then another. A shoe, and connected to it, a leg. What happened? How long have I been out? I’ve a headache. A metallic tone, high-pitched, … Continue reading Invasion