Where to begin

Consider the arrival of a new tenant to a basement apartment. He is a young man in his late twenties. He has a goatee and sideburns, because the year is 1998, and most young men of that time had those things on their face. He wears jeans and a t-shirt, has very few belongings, all…

The Words She Brought Home

Days of the week… Days of the week… These are the days of the week. She brought the words home from kindergarten. A song they had sung. Her face was pale. The bags under her eyes deep and dark. We thought it was the storm that had been hovering over us all week. The thunder…

Georgette Is With A Client

Georgette had said it would take a week to ten days to get the cremains and death certificates back. After fourteen days, I phoned to ask why the delay. “Georgette is with a client,” said the girl who answered. “But let me check. We just got some in.” I wondered what she meant by some.

Riding Bikes With Ghosts

Right after dinner after getting the girls in bed I get to the garage and grab my bike and I’m ready to go. Rode it yesterday after not riding it for years and stuffed it in the van and drove it to the QT to inflate the tires for free and rode that bitch. It’s…

Less Than Plain

“What are you writing?” The young man clapped the notebook closed, looked up to find her smiling down at him, felt his stomach do somersaults. “Nothing, really.” “It must be a bit more than that,” she said, twisting the cap off a bottle of water. “Or you would not be blushing.” The young man’s face…