Shifting Tracks
The porch stretches forward, sticking out beyond the neighboring houses by two and a half yards, reaching for the edge of the sidewalk...
The Whisperer
The harsh winds blew past me, whispering in my ears. Today’s the day, they told me. I shut them out with both hands, but through the...
Pretty Enough
“Hell, I can’t do it. She’s just not the girl for me.” Peter pulls out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and holds it gently between his...