Published: Jan 05, 2021
On the Railing
featuring: Paul Wallis
He stood on the bridge, watching the ducks, a few geese. He hated birds, because they could fly and he could not. He stepped up on to the handrail, it was six ...
Published: Jan 05, 2021
He stood on the bridge, watching the ducks, a few geese. He hated birds, because they could fly and he could not. He stepped up on to the handrail, it was six ...
Published: Jan 04, 2021
Steve found himself stumbling down a short flight of steps, catching his fall with a hand on a yellow door. It was shiny and clean, spotless in fact. Steve marveled at the ...
Published: Dec 31, 2020
Yerl stopped going to the Zoom calls. He went for walks instead, after making up the excuse that his doctor told him he needed to move about more to reduce his stress. ...
Published: Dec 30, 2020
Every evening Peter is reclined with a magazine, reading about things slowly and deeply. His wife never quite understood how he could read about things that happened months ago, sometimes years. But ...
Published: Dec 29, 2020
Ryan was like a cheap suit: he looked good for the first five minutes, but as he moved about in his chair and drank with a sneer and spoke and spoke and ...
Published: Dec 28, 2020
We lived in the oldest house on Oak Street. It was smaller than all the other houses, but it was older. I thought that meant we had something, were holding onto a ...
Published: Dec 23, 2020
Growing up I never noticed there was a divide in my family. They were on one side and I was on the another. My grandfather was on a third. My auntie Pauline ...
Published: Dec 22, 2020
"Larce, you're my one call," she said into the phone, which she carefully held away from her face. "What?" She thought he sounded tired, uninterested. "I'm at the police station." "This was ...
Published: Dec 21, 2020
When the factory closed Derrick switched from shift manager to shovel handler. That is to say he went from making sure things got done by a crew of roughly twenty (there had ...
Published: Dec 18, 2020
Peter lay in the street between a bicycle and a parked car, near the front fender. He sat up and leaned against the car; it was a white sedan and his blood ...