Guy On A Train
He was a smallish man, somewhat nondescript in that he did not look particularly menacing. Nor did he look middle eastern, or arabic as the stereotype of a…
A Tuesday in September, Part Two
I got to the school and went in. The place was in lockdown and parents were enroute to pick up their kids. Everyone was upset and tense. My wife was outwardly…
A Tuesday in September
It was a Tuesday morning. The sky was clear and it promised to be a beautiful day. The summer was changing into fall. My wife, a middle school teacher, was…
Pandora Virus
“Beautiful”, she said looking at the image in front of her. “And deadly”, he replied. “An untreated morbidity rate of 100% within 36 hours. And even with…
The Davis Identity (Editors Challenge)
The vomit between my feet was the same texture as the biscuits and gravy I’d eaten for breakfast. A terrorist attack on the California Zephyr, they said, but I…
Confessional
The spoon in the cup rattled like the jangling chains of a tortured apparition as Father Rodge attempted to stir. He had already had three cups of tea this…