Short Stories
Sam kept glancing west as we moved along Greenwich Street toward Lohman's clinic. "What are you looking at?" I finally asked. "Don't you feel it?" [...]
“Fiction is the lie that tells the truth.We all have an obligation to daydream. We have an obligation to imagine. It is easy to pretend [...]
“What’s that smell?” Lou asked as she waltzed into the kitchen. “What smell?” Still groggy, I took a large gulp of coffee. “Cripes Bill, can’t [...]
“Why can’t you teach him to return things instead of just take them?” Bob asked as he picked up his wife’s plastic goose from our [...]