Weeks 42–48
I’ve never written a novel, nor am I prepared to write a full length novel right now. But in a week…maybe?
Actually, I’ll probably be just as unprepared then as I am right now — maybe even more…
Week 41: Written October 13, 2016
Carrie stepped out of the subway and wrapped her scarf tightly around her face. It was cold out. Having just flown in from Florida, it was very cold out. She had her winter coat, a sweater, a wool knit hat, and a scarf, but even with all…
Week 40: Written October 4, 2016
The gravedigger scooped the last mound of dirt and tossed it aside. Larry Potter was now a full six feet under the ground, fully, completely dead. Nothing but a dead guy in a box. Dead. Totally, unapologetically dead.
Week 39: Written September 29, 2016
When Oscar took the garbage out to the curb, he saw it. Nothing but a shadow in the street, the silhouette of a dog or a fox — a shadow, but nothing there to make it.
Week 38: Written September 21, 2016
Calvin liked candle wax. The wet kind, mid-drip, too hot to touch. As a kid, he’d watch it like a cat watches birds, wondering just how far that little drop would go before it cooled down and froze, forever, in one place.
Week 37: September 15, 2016
Not many people knew about the cul-de-sac. After all, it was hardly a road anymore. No street signs, either. The houses that had once stood there were long gone, having long ago been gobbled up by the dense woods that encompassed the entire…
Week 36: Written September 5, 2016
Sometimes, you need to take a breath before you walk outside. Other times, you need to take a baker’s dozen.
Paul Kafka stood by his front door for damn near an hour watching the events on the other side…
Week 35: Written August 27, 2016
When Walter got word of his promotion, he didn’t want to celebrate. He wanted to get to work right away, to prove that he deserved it. He knew that, when he walked into the office on Monday morning, there’d be people in the shadows talking about…
Week 34: Written August 25, 2016
When Sharon asked Chandler to go pick up her medicine, he was happy to help. She wasn’t the easiest patient to take care of. She always over-exaggerated her symptoms, moaning and groaning with every sniffle. A drive to the…
Week 33: Written August 15, 2016
“Where is it?”
“Up here, I think.”
“You think?”
“Yes, it’s up here.”