On the Head of a Pin
The entrance to the diner opened, sending in a blast of cold air. Bitsy frowned….
The entrance to the diner opened, sending in a blast of cold air. Bitsy frowned….
Billy Squier crooned “In The Dark” on Trevor’s boom box. Trevor lay on…
That wasn’t supposed to happen. The wedding could not happen without him….
The cat slept beside the lantern, resting over my shoes. I laid on my side in…
The sputtering of the older model, yellow Volkswagen Beetle simmered the tension…
Natalie held tight to the ticket as she examined herself in the mirrored elevator doors. She lightly patted her perfectly coifed auburn hair and smoothed out her fancy black cocktail dress. Read more
Suzette had never been a risk-taker. She had spent the past 27 years of her life meticulously calculating the safest route through every predicament, from her six-hour, perfectly-timed, and virtually painless entrance into the world (or so her mother said) to her nearly impeccable school record. Read more
Mom’s needles were scattered over the table. She was sick in bed, and I was hungry for breakfast.
I didn’t know if she was alone or not. I thought she was, but I didn’t know. Read more
Christen slipped out of bed and crossed the room avoiding the clatter of clothes, empty bottles, tissue paper, and torn condom wrappers – landmarks of a seriously good time. Read more
“I should have done the flowers.” Donovan Harcourt stared around the restaurant. At every turn, the vases fairly glowered at him. Bright yellow Gerbera daisies had been paired with orange zinnias to clash with the blue tablecloths. Read more