I was a part of you. I can still feel the connection even though you unceremoniously ripped me out of the back of your head and replaced me with a better model.
Category: Short Fiction
It’s fiction, but really short.
Part 1 – The Man in the Bowler Hat
“It smells, you know that.” The man, not known for his oratorical skills, took a deep breath through his nose and grunted in the affirmative. He couldn’t shake his head because it was held fast […]
On the Train: I’ve got three bags
It’s too many bags to take on the train, I know, but I’ve got three that I carry with me…every other weekend. The damn tan duffel that I stole from my Dad, my work bag […]
The Tall Man
The tall man slid into the room. He was lanky, but all tall men that measure 201.34 centimeters are lanky, no matter their weight. He was perfect. Not in the sense that his abs were sculpted and his features were completely symmetrical.
We were returning back to Chicago from our Hawaiian vacation when they shut down the airport.
Down the Well
She said the seizure felt like she was falling down a well, and that it was horrifying agony for the entire 96 seconds. She was strangely accurate about the amount of time.
The Board Ticks
Bob fidgets. Bob tries to escape.