A Chiliad of Words

Every Friday night, the four of us met at Buck’s. We got the booth in the back corner that had the words “Randy is a taint liker” etched dee...

When Helen’s shirt became tangled and ripped by the blackberry vines, it wasn’t her mother’s wrath she feared but that of Mrs. M., who des...

Despite Jamie’s missing tooth—two over from the front—and his love of country music, he was ridiculously handsome. Tall, ropy, with young ...

On that first morning, the bacon and Swiss crepes tasted like the smell of an old sock. Normally, after a night of bar hopping, the trifec...

It was the kind of autumn day that always made Marna think of “Scarborough Fair”. The world had tipped into cold, and the grey skies seeme...

As the small crowd huddled around Amber, Mel could only hear soothing whispers, the occasional gasp, and the wail, “Why is he always like ...

Aunt Mary’s apartment always smelled of strawberry incense, cigarettes, cat shit, and the cabbage she boiled as part of her “weekly detox”. ...