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: 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...
Fiction Friday: Permitted Voyage – Part 2

Fiction Friday: Permitted Voyage – Part 2

Read Part 1 here. Permit me voyage, Love, into your hands.  –  James Agee Once at home, Missouri felt awkward about the few minutes she had spent talking to the woman. She felt the need to hide them from Phyllis, to produce some sort of alibi for herself, as if...