Category: Short Stories

A time for somber reflection and corporate lament at North Way’s Oakland Campus.      Years.  Years now.  It has been so long since he has reached out his hand around my shoulder, as he used to. Always less certain is the time that passed since I have felt that old sensation.  There is a Read More …

He used to have a desk.  Well, a drafting table.  Well, he still has it. Month over month for about a year he kept adjusting it down and down until finally it was horizontal.  There it stays.  It’s not a desk anymore.  It’s just an open-faced junk drawer.  You can’t paint anything on it, unless Read More …

I know it’s cold. Snowflakes fall and melt on these bare hands.  The flakes seem drawn by somethin’ to my skin.  Cheeks, nose, and hands.  Everything else is covered by cotton, wool, or the scruff of a mussed beard.  All the skin I can see is the tip’a that nose and these hands.  Snowflakes fall Read More …

It broke the horizon in Philadelphia about 20 minutes ago, but no one in Pittsburgh is going to see a sun rise today. Read More …

Henry met Mr. Thomas a while back.  Maybe six months?  After that, Henry spent every Saturday with Mr. Thomas at Bigley Commons, except for the one he traveled back home for the holiday weekend and the one with the day-long thunderstorm.  Henry knew Mr. Thomas as Mr. Thomas because the old man had only ever Read More …

“Once wonderfully unique neighborhoods now drown under the white tide, gasping for fresh personality and wisping color.” Read More …

In the car I asked Mommy why it was dark already. Read More …

She cries out, not for attention, but because she has no need to whisper. Read More …

“OK, baby, I’ll tell you a story, but you have to promise to go to sleep as soon as I’m done. Promise?” Read More …

The electricity from the speakers, guitars, and amps used to stay in his bones the entire night.  Now he is lucky if he can get back to the dressing room before the adrenaline begins to fade.  That is not to say that he would choose any other profession.  And it is not to say that Read More …