Darkroom
I rifled through the cabinets, rooting out the offending pictures, the visual assaults on my wellbeing. They would all go. Not one print would be spared, not…
Tradition is the Illusion of Permanance
The house is silent. No playing children, no christmas music; only the reminder of the fallen’s absense. Beverly, with a delicate, aging hand, holds strings of…
NEXT!
“Next!” Johnny hates this job. Each time standing there taking pictures for these smiling idiots makes Johnny want to puke through his fake smile . Being a…
Bleeding Fame
It was fun at first, I thought. When people asked for an autograph or someone stopped me to take a picture. “Life can’t get any better.” I said to myself. The…
Matching Smiles
Fourty-seven. The age he left the world. Two. Weeks since he’s been gone. Sixteen. The age I am left without my father. Fourteen days spent in my room…
The Orion Brief
The press assembly was noisier than usual for a Friday afternoon briefing. Given the hush-hush deep space probe and curiously silent military security for…