Short Story

Sometimes memories come flooding back to you when you least expect them to. I was told this by a number of people in different times and zones and in different ...

USS Midway, Mid-April 1973. My twelve-hour watch was over this night, but the ship had run into heavy fog. Additional lookouts were posted, and I was sent ...

In many ways, life support is much like an alarm clock. It reminds you that time is a precious commodity, and it is incessantly piercing in the dead of sleep. ...

My Dad, who is pushing 80, pretty much has all his marbles. Occasionally, he’ll forget the title of a movie he just saw yesterday, or someone’s name that he’s ...

It was half past six on a snowy Sunday evening and Trisha Peterson was applying a generous dollop of her Olay sensitive skin face wash. She used her fingers to ...

James Calder could not admit defeat.  In a head-to-head competition with any piece of electronic equipment, there was no such phrase as ‘I give up’.  It was a ...

The blue jays were squawking like crazy; something was afoot. She was new—he had only heard about her—no visual contact yet. The rules were: you couldn’t ...

“Order up! Twenty-three! Do we have a number twenty-three?” A woman walked up to the counter in front of me. Her stomach pushed tighter against her gray ...

She looked like she needed to be kissed. There we were, alone, finally really alone at a seaside restaurant’s terrace- a dream dreamt for who knows how many ...

Down the narrow road from the Brownsville Shrimp Basin that shelters numerous abandoned shrimp boats is The Mermaid Bar. On the roof is an old Mexcian flag and ...

My Las Vegas fantasy of party-time with lovely ladies smashed against stark staring reality within days of my arrival. Tonight’s Las Vegas reality was ...

I He was tall, over six feet in height, dark and mustachioed. His shinning bald head mirrored the morning sun. The slum was not a pretty place, it was a ...

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