Fiction

The squawking coming from the henhouse was what first alerted Ben Wimbrow that there was a situation. He grabbed his…

Their sex life was non-existent. Not that Frannie minded. Sex with Jack had never been exactly sizzling; it was lukewarm…

Frannie hummed as she wiped the new granite countertops. The twins were in bed, and the perfume of night-blooming jasmine…

There’s something wrong with me, but I don’t know what. I don’t know if anyone else knows, but I think…

 I watch the lizard on the old stone walls. The walls are tall, extending maybe thirty feet above my garden….

I just wanted to eat my chicken salad in peace and read my kindle. Undisturbed….

I was once given an assignment: Choose a book, and extract words and phrases at random. Write them down, and…

Twelve years later… “I’m going to fucking stab her if she won’t stay out of my…

“Maybe something will happen, Lily.” Iris sounded so innocent as she said this, her big blue…

I found the diary on the thirteenth of May, on an iron bench perched along the Seine, shaded by the…