He looked out west over the sea. Where he was used to gilded opulence and vistas thronged with sycophancy, here … More
Category: Short Stories
One morning in Atlanta
The bus comes in from New Orleans and to Atlanta, Georgia I arrive. I’m stopping over before a bus to … More
Skis
“All Norwegians are born with skis on their feet” I can see crops of skis propped against shoulders all over … More
Judging Buddy Mitchell
All I could think as I sat there wondering what to say to the nervous, moist, pink man across the … More
The Secret Lives of Bus Drivers
Derek stood by the bus stop, held down by the invisible weight of a Monday morning that pressed his being … More