Through Some Coincidence
It’s just the rattling of the warm, yellow grass.
Flash Fiction
GAZE
I come to him every day, every day in a new shirt.
The Would-Be Thief Pauses to Read About Homer’s Iliad
I hear the Famous Poet scoffs at the idea of an after-life that caresses us, preferring to believe in the remote Disneyland of the dead though even he must know that wherever the dead live, they’re not resting in peace.
Night Librarian in the Lower Stacks
Kenny asks me to retrieve books from the lower stacks and it dawns on me that he’s scared, he’s really scared.
The Name Of The Buyer Was Not Disclosed
The representative from the auction house made him feel stupid for thinking it would appear at his compound intact, as it first had walked this land some eighty million years ago.
He, Clarius
... as if tired, falls to the floor and Clarius turns to face the noise, but not his entire body, Clarius is not, like the other patrons...
Nesting Bowls
I’m not complaining, I love him but also cooking and baking, too, most of all