Memory is Like Water Carried in Cupped Hands
An uncomfortable tingling ran across my shoulders and up the back of my neck; the sensation of insects crawling across my grave. “Where did he go? People don’t…
A Motion Between Two Mysteries
It happens to the best of us. One minute, the word, the thought, the emotion is on the tip of your tongue, about to burst. The next, it’s gone. Misplaced…
Catalyst for Murder
The ticking of the clock on the mantel started to irritate me. I sat at my desk looking at spreadsheets all the while the constant (tick... tick... tick...)…
Blank
Memories can hit you like a brick, but for me it’s like walking down a path into the sunset. Memories in perfect clarity can appear at random intervals. At…