Silk. She had saved for months to afford it. Sheer gold.
Category Archive: Short Stories
The sky was hung with pink the day I sent everyone away.
I left Los Angeles early in the afternoon of a cloudy Thursday after surfing the morning in Santa Monica.
Turning over in bed, Jeri-Lynne felt an ache and a grief so deep that she clutched her pillow reflexively.
Before I start typing, on this crisp Corona-filled April morning, I need to draw some warmth into my hands.
I watched her fall the first time.
The sight of my late father sitting at the water’s edge filled me with dread.
The soccer ball bounced on the clay field and rose into the air, fragments of yellow-red earth booming and dispersing before dissolving under the fading orange light projected by a cheerless bulb.
I’ve loved eggs since before I even knew how to say, “over easy, please.”
The early weeks of June had been hot like those stray days of summer when a body takes to the shade to sweat after a morning of gardening.
