The Game – Part 2 of 3

The Game – Part 2 of 3

Read Part 1 Here Cochran was humiliated but he was even more angry with himself for putting up with her unpredictability. He decided to eliminate this variable from the equation. No more mister nice guy, he told himself. He retreated from the car and pulled his keys...
The Game – Part 1 of 3

The Game – Part 1 of 3

In the near darkness of the highway, the sedan’s cheap faux leather upholstery took on a sickly, blood-clot color that Ruby’s captor probably thought of as burgundy. She was on the back bench seat balanced precariously on her right side and slipping on her own cold...
Fiction Friday: Spared Parts – Part 3

Fiction Friday: Spared Parts – Part 3

Read Part 2 Here Mom had left in August, but we treated her leaving like the threshold to winter. We ate out the flesh out of a small watermelon and carved the rind into a Jack o’ Lantern. We cut a candle down to a little stub and its shallow flame and caused the...
Fiction Friday: Spared Parts – Part 2

Fiction Friday: Spared Parts – Part 2

Read Part 1 Here We both have had a rough ride getting here, you and I. You know, put through the grater by friends and family. From middle school through high school, I was an easy target for ridicule or pity. I had a toad’s complexion but lacked an amphibian’s...
Fiction Friday: Spared Parts – Part 1

Fiction Friday: Spared Parts – Part 1

Usually there’d be a few dozen ears spread out on the white counter sorted out by size and complexion near a jumbled heap of them, as though someone had been called away from a grisly game of solitaire. I’d usually scoop them up in a box, pretending I thought they had...
Fiction Friday: Permitted Voyage – Part 4

Fiction Friday: Permitted Voyage – Part 4

Read Part 3 here. Permit me voyage, Love, into your hands.  –  James Agee The sun was high in the smoky-blue haze by the time they began, making every step an effort. When she saw two goldfinches dart by, she warned the boys not to brush against the thistles...