Philip D. ThriftA Fear of ChoiceThe fear gripped the nape of his neck again, icy groping fingers brushing his hair against the grain, forcing the pain of anxiety he felt…Jul 5, 2017Jul 5, 2017
Philip D. ThriftBottle RocketsThe heat of summer clung to his shoulders like wet blanket. The Texas sun was mercifully setting, but his soggy shirt still contoured his…Jul 16, 2015Jul 16, 2015
Philip D. ThriftBriars and Cow Ponds“Where the hell is it?” I asked my scouting partner. Like me, he was in Boy Scouts because his father was an Eagle Scout. And, like me, he…Jun 22, 2015Jun 22, 2015
Philip D. ThriftThe SnakeShe smoothed his hair and put his flat-billed cap back on his head as they both cheered. He kissed her temple in thanks and lazily draped…Jun 11, 2015Jun 11, 2015
Philip D. ThriftNote CardMy friend pulled a stack of blank crisp white note cards from her purse a few nights ago and passed them around the table at the bar. We…May 15, 2015May 15, 2015
Philip D. ThriftThe Fake FuzzWendel hadn’t always been a security guard. His boss kept trying to re-brand them as Property Safety Managers, but he knew better. Ten…May 8, 2015May 8, 2015
Philip D. ThriftThe Real Fuzz“Excuse me, sir.” The security guard sat, half in and half out of his double-benched golf cart, peering into my car’s half-opened window…May 8, 2015May 8, 2015
Philip D. ThriftPancakes for AbsolutionMy dad loved to threaten my sister and me with a Spam dinner, ensuring us of its complex flavor profile and extensive health benefits.Apr 28, 2015Apr 28, 2015
Philip D. ThriftHomeThe first image I remember is a magnetic lift pulling gold robot legs and a white trash can out of a sand dune.Apr 19, 2015Apr 19, 2015
