Monthly Archives: September 2012

Word Count:  656 In my mother’s fine script, a note: This is your grandfather’s finger. Cut off right after he died. First, shock. Then a giggle. My mom had been well known for her great sense of humor. I should … Continue reading →

Word Count:  362 The phone rang and I climbed down from the ladder to answer it. I was expecting a call. I’d left questions on a tape at my health insurance office and three days later, I figured they’d be … Continue reading →

Word Count:  401 Her name was Sabia and she had the walk of a poem. Flowing and brimming with quiet life. Each step, like each line, subtle beauty. Each one important as a word. Her young body, hidden within the … Continue reading →

Word Count:  139 “Who’s up next?” “I’d say the elderly. The Boomers.” “We’re down to six weeks, right?” “About that.” “Who’ve we hit so far?” “The college crowd. Education, two in one on teachers and students. Wait, parents too, with … Continue reading →

Word Count:  364 “Score!” he shouted, nearly knocking over my soda. He took football a lot more seriously than I did but I did enjoy a good college game from the stands. They got the field goal and Ted looked … Continue reading →

Word Count:  382 He was Peter Rabbit and Cupid and Santa. He was Uncle Sam on the Fourth of July. Bozo the clown on summer Saturdays and birthdays, a stripper at bachelorette parties usually held Friday nights. He was forty-seven … Continue reading →

Word Count:  662 “Look, you just can’t play here anymore,” I said. He looked at me without saying a word. “Really,” I persisted, trying to ignore the large lump of bad I felt hanging around me. I hated being forced … Continue reading →

Word Count:  222 She wished upon a star to be a cloud. But then, floating with the wind she thought she’d rather be the sky. Clouds grew big and bulbous with rain, stormy black and mean. But the sky saw … Continue reading →

Word Count:  408 He is a strange little boy, lonely with no brothers or sisters. Raised alone by his mom. His father was killed in the Afghanistan war when he was four. He likes school but he has no real … Continue reading →

Word Count:  275 The day they found him and brought him up from his cellar room he screamed and fought them but they didn’t understand why. He’d lived there since he was three. A boy instead of the girl that … Continue reading →