Prose & Cons

She believed with conviction she was tethered to a celestial body?  For how did her light dim in perfect synchronicity?  She knew  Every time she looked…

The old, beat-up gunslinger walked out into the open square that afternoon with a gun on his hip that he had fired a thousand times…

The writer stumbled out of the den and into the alleyway. He appeared to be struggling to light the pipe hanging limply from under his…

Before I start this story and tell you all what happened and why you might not hear from me anytime soon, I guess I should…

Billy Lemon was the first to strike the ground with his shovel. The dirt was fresh, but not fresh enough. They were in for a…

Parvathi dabbed her forehead with a wet washcloth and glared past the sun’s beams at the rickety sign her father had put up thirty-five years…

I imagine this is what drowning feels like. Or suffocating. My lungs are still breathing. In and out, in and out.  But each breath I…

Don’t you want him to be happy? Yeah, of course. But not at the expense of my happiness.  Not when my unhappiness causes them happiness. …

Even as she dies the flowers celebrate; each Trillium a different mourning call. An array of tiny ballerinas bent delicately towards the flaming sun. While…

Beneath black skies and adjacent to a stretch of potholed highway, Rich let himself into the law offices of Angelou and Martinez through a window…