Vern’s daughter had played softball in high school and been quite a star. Baseball had been her passion, though, and she’d never been able to play it. Back then it had been a boy’s game, which had angered her no end. So girls can’t hit a ball unless it’s the size of a grapefruit, she'd... Continue Reading →
He came up to me at the café, clutching a cup, his grey goatee neatly clipped. 'Excuse me,' he said, an apologetic look on his half-familiar face. I stirred substitute sugar into my skinny soy latte, rattling the cup. 'Hi. How can I help?' By then, though, his gaze had shifted to the wall behind... Continue Reading →
When he opened his eyes he was on the floor and he could see dust under the kitchen table. Weird, he thought. Surely he’d already done this once today, when he’d been back in bed. This time, though, his body felt heavy and numb. He tried to sit up but couldn’t. Arms, legs, neck, head... Continue Reading →
Flash Wounds 