October 27, 2025
“Hi honey, what are we doing?”
“It’s Halloween, Mom.” I hand her a Hello Kitty headband with ears — pink of course. “Cool!” she says and puts it on.
October 25, 2025
Mabel turned to begin her solitary walk home. Somebody in the darkness under a tree caught her eye. Another little girl was standing there, all by herself.
October 23, 2025
The gangway connection door opened and a sable-haired woman seemed to float into the car. She wore a black Venetian gown with tangerine trim and a crown of naked branches festooned with marigolds. An onyx pendant dangled from her choker, reflecting the train’s fluorescent light.
October 22, 2025
An ancient crone’s nose pressed against the glass, inches from me. A scattering of teeth punctuated her mouth, and her eyes, devoid of expression, stared right through me.
October 22, 2025
“Haunted!” she cried as she ran to her car. The sound of your laughter echoing in the empty building.
October 19, 2025
At first she sees the blur of a rainbow-colored zephyr, then nothing. Then, as a shiny silver door appears with the name “Cafe X” in flashing bright neon, her heart shudders as she catches her breath.
October 4, 2025
“I am already less whole. To lose her would mean the full loss of myself. Please, this is the safest place in all of Andoria. I have nowhere else to go.”
September 29, 2025
As I have come to know, love and obedience make a heady concoction, but its effects don’t always last. Soon, he started disappearing again, sometimes for months.
September 20, 2025
Jerry Jackson is ecstatic that his parents listened, really listened to his pleas for a birthday present of a Hallicrafters S-120 Tube Radio 4 Band SW Communications Receiver. It’s his dream to make an antenna that will pick up all the broadcasting countries anywhere in the world. Jerry wants to have a QS card for each country.
September 9, 2025
This little mocking owl, my friend, this mocking bird I know, he taunts me from the tree outside with laughs and giggles loud.
September 8, 2025
I wanted to write this even though you left this morning. I didn’t get to say all that I wanted to while we were together.
September 4, 2025
But what about Judy’s happiness? Does she count for nothing? Her therapist Dr. Hand tells her she must find her own happiness, and that her life with Punch does not define her. But those are words on a couch in a sunny office. It’s much different in a hazy kitchen with moldy toast on the table and rotting burger meat on the floor.