Even before the summer sun began to paint the eastern sky, Rowan, in his purple headscarf and black eye patch, jumped out of his bunk and reached for his wooden sword stowed under the mattress. He yelled “good morning, mate” to Yellowbeard, yanking off the cage’s cloth […]
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Romero passed a quiet Thanksgiving in his studio. After the tumult of the past couple of days, he looked forward to his solitude. And now, the day after, he was back to work. He set a new canvas on the easel and began. A painting of the […]
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Romero walked back to the gallery and climbed the staircase to the studio above. Ignoring the painting on the easel in the middle of the room, he sat down at the desk and stuck a CD in the player. Whenever painting came to a standstill, he mixed […]
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The painter, Romero, stood in front of his painting, bored with it. He put his brush down and walked to the window. Outside the colors were fresh. For the first time, looking through the naked trees along Fourth Street, he noticed a small shop across the street. […]
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Oscar Flimmer, wearing a zoot suit, hesitated before he walked through the lobby of the Nez Perce Apartments, but once he stepped through the glass doors onto the broad sidewalk along Tower Street, the lone silver tooth in his smile caught the last fling of sunshine. He […]
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This is how it begins, standing in front of the toilet, three or four times a night, the stream broken and bashful. His body has betrayed him. But that’s all right. His mind has grown weary too. He stumbles back to bed. The planning begins next, getting […]
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After Sally was struck by lightning, she’d whirl around whenever she heard the slightest disturbance behind her, startling whoever happened to be there with that crazed look in her eyes. I had known Sally a long time and she’d always striven to be normal. This tempest was […]
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Roman slipped out of his sleeping bag and reached over to untie the flaps of his teepee tent. During the night, the rain had turned to snow, and in the faint light, he could see the snow was beginning to pile up. It would be a long, […]
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The Piper PA-25 Pawnee bucked once, gasped, and then died. Hmm…this is interesting, Rico thought, peering out the tiny side window. He quickly calculated: he had at least a half-mile to the runway. He pushed the nose down to come in lower, hoping to get underneath the turbulence. […]
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Elise touched her cheek, squinting into the radiant morning light streaming in through the living room window. She stood, walked to the couch, and reached down to touch the spot where he had been sitting the night before. Was it a dream? No. He had been here. […]
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