I confess it again and again.
Category Archive: Short Stories
The collective standing of forty civil servants in unison either signals lunch or end of day.
When does a thought become a curse?
She had just started washing the cutlery when the phone rang.
Begin to deliver a verdict a long time coming: “Guilty. Guilty.”
The carols, decorations, and glitter drove Marko to anger.
Pete held the bundle of white cloth and in it, the rifle.
