Category Archives: 100 Days 2012

Word Count:  507 His preferred method was strangulation. His favorite means was a pair of their own silk panties. He liked lacy, black or petal peach, and he really didn’t care for thongs. He liked to take them first to … Continue reading →

Word Count:  358 Somewhere in the darker rooms of the mind are stored bad memories fed by years of fear. With time they grow up and scratch at their gray-mattered walls. The psychiatrist was helping me, bit by bit, to … Continue reading →

Word Count: 459 “Not now, Timmy, I’m making dinner. Go ask your father.” “Let me just sit and relax a minute, will you, son? I’ve had a hard day.” “Come on…please? Pleasepleaseplease? You guys are always too busy to play … Continue reading →

Word Count:  385 He was hot and cranky in his Mr. Peanut costume and he still had one more gig to go. St. Lawrence’s school up in Rochester. It was already 2:30 p.m. when he got there a half hour … Continue reading →

Word Count:  344 “Did you kill it?” she asked him. “Yes,” he replied. She meant the spider; he meant the fly. He knew that, of course, but said nothing. “I swear,” she said, climbing down off the chair in the … Continue reading →

Word Count: 313 It was at the cabin she’d taken over after her father had died where they had their worst argument yet. “Why are they called Endless Mountains,” he said, “when there’s obviously a beginning and end. Don’t even … Continue reading →

Word Count:  310 They told her he was bad but of course, she didn’t believe them. Young girls believe in the power of love, nothing more. It’s new to them, you see, to have someone who tells you that you … Continue reading →

Word Count:  372 The worst horror of all is not in that instant when you recognize the possibility, nor in the aftermath of the event. It is rather in the slow motion happening, the thousand and one frames that make … Continue reading →

Word Count:  352 He looked around at his new office, bigger than he had imagined. Walnut furniture. Light steel gray plush carpeting. A few Picassos and a Matisse. Prints, of course, but reflecting his new status as much as the … Continue reading →

Word Count:  471 She lived all her life at the outskirts of town, beyond the reach of the routines and bustle of regulated life. She grew her own food in well-tended gardens, ate fresh fruit and vegetables summer into fall, … Continue reading →