A Quiet Sunday

Jesús swept. Hank’s Hardware Shop (“We want your screws to be loose!) closes at 6 pm on Sundays.  Watch check: 5:50. He kept sweeping, still wondering whether his technique was more efficient than that used by mentally handicapped workers. As always he quit caring pretty quickly. Wood shavings clustered and cuddled with bent nails in… Continue reading A Quiet Sunday

Weekend Plans

Her voice lurched between a high-pitched whine that narrowed into a “question?”-implied silence and a low throaty drop reminiscent of the stuffed way a person sounds when they talk right before throwing up. It made Ethan nauseous. And angry. It made him imagine jumping up from his seat in the middle of the dimly lit… Continue reading Weekend Plans

Taking a break

He looked up from the table away from his laptop, too bright to pass for natural amidst the dim surroundings, briefly recalling that more than this exists. There was a girl once. She would smile and he would smile, stretching a face frozen too often in an expression attempting to convey scholarly apathy. He had… Continue reading Taking a break

Alliterative Agony

The glass cracked and with it the peace. The calm of the night convulsed with tension as the once contained cabin leaked. The current, corpulent and corroded with carrion, breached the atmosphere. The boy crept to the curtain, his face soaked with sweat and frothing with fear as he peeked in. Originally he’d intended to… Continue reading Alliterative Agony

Second Chance

The eyes did not blink.  Do fish even sleep? thought Kyle, as he tapped the glass of the small aquarium that he bought on sale at LowMart.  He remembered how right past all the gardening gear, with its platoon of plastic rakes and standing soil, the aquarium section had begun. It had seemed to glow fantastically… Continue reading Second Chance

Tangerines

The tangerines were going bad. Paul knew this. He could see it. Between the yellow bananas and the big red apples were the little oranges, which weren’t oranges and which weren’t orange, completely. One was different. Walking around the table to the hutch, Paul picked up the dull green tangerine, and powder came off in his… Continue reading Tangerines