In Defense of Solitude

At what point, I’ve often wondered, does a growing child anticipate the first hints of the feeling of loneliness? This…

The Doorbell

Two days after he learned his son was dead, Harold Keen decided to reprogram the doorbell. The chime box had been a gift to Harold and Diane from their son, Jason, on their 32nd wedding anniversary. It played 16 different tunes, and after some lighthearted debate, Harold decided the family would hear the…

External Affairs — Part Six

The Leap

Forever Single: A British Tragedy

The sun in London deceived even the locals to imagine warmth, until the breeze hit skin. Ms…

Spilt Exploitations

He gave her one of his insulated clear cups, as he served the tea boiling. She didn’t notice. The fulfillment of his…

I’m New Here

A short story

Hi.

I want my cake

I want to have my cake. And then I want to eat it.

Felix (my first attempt at a short story)

Now, as he heard her gentle purr, feeling her nose burrow itself firmly on his temple, in order to feel the scent of his hair identity, all the pieces came together, it all made sense to him; everything was in its right place in his world.

Astronaut

His father’s last words. ‘Reach for the sky, Michael. Reach for the sky.’

Just Another Day

I celebrated today
just a small smile to myself
in the quiet depths
of the deep forest
bedroll in disarray
from a restless night…