“Where…” the question trails off from lips that refuse to form the words.
“She’s in the trunk.”
“Oh, I didn’t know.”
She Sleeps
Humanity’s Last Plague
My college was one of the last universities in the country still standing after a horrible plague that had killed billions. The remaining educational institutions had been reduced to rubble with their libraries burned in protest of what some had called state-sponsored indoctrination.
What Happened to Rebecca
In the morning she would wrap her arms around me and apologize, but it would happen again, the next night. I didn’t know what to do. I was running out of ways to comfort her. One morning, almost two weeks after what happened, I kissed her and asked, “Is there somewhere you’d feel safer?”
The Fallen Man
A man is on all fours feeling his way gingerly on the ground.
Marilyn’s Wig (1999)
These last few days, I’ve been living off the oranges growing in the front yard of our bungalow. They hang heavy on the trees before littering the ground, like fallen worlds.
The Stray
His one-time girlfriend Leyla Santiago stood in the misting rain with Dr. Nancy from the Best Pal Clinic. The two of them wore face coverings, and he had the car windows up, so everything they said was like mock, mock, mock. A little while ago, one of the vet techs took inside the carrier holding Leyla’s cat, Darla. She might’ve been around sixteen years old and weighed 4 ½ pounds.