Tag Archives: Psychological Realism

Word Count: 420 The man with the silly-ass coat is a doctor. He has shaggy black hair and wide-rimmed thick glasses. His khakis are wrinkled, his tie much too short, and his coat is a navy-blue parka. I’m good at pegging … Continue reading →

Word Count: 338 The morning looks wet. The night spent crying its clouds out leaving the earth rich with deep emotional color. Gray is not gray but a full palette of tints on the bare limbs of trees, the layers … Continue reading →

Word Count: 387 You would pretend not to see him, feign great surprise if he dared call your bluff. You know how that happens; you catch a glimpse of someone you don’t want to see as you’re standing in line … Continue reading →

Word Count: 339 Her bed was of marshmallows, the sheets of whipped cream. Her nipples were chocolate tipped cherries on mounds of sorbet. I fell in love at the library where I first saw her but did I say how … Continue reading →

Word Count: 241 They told me in time there would be no more pain, no more yearning for a back flip of the switch to reverse the flow of time to a better place, a special moment, an instant in … Continue reading →

Word Count: 308 Sometimes a teacher will tell you something that you’ll remember the rest of your life. It was Miss Gibbs, Freshman Bookkeeping, that taught us to fold–not crumple–papers thrown away due to mistakes. It took less space in … Continue reading →

Word Count: 188 Click! and the child is running away from her tagger, a game that Click! several children are playing. Click! and the sleek black Camero slides down the street. Click! past the grocery and Click! past the corner … Continue reading →

Word Count: 169 I saw the bell ringing, heard the sun rise and the moon chase it across the sky until it reached the safety of the western horizon. A line of pines that rim the mountains took it into … Continue reading →

Word Count: 417 With a flashlight by his side, he slid the building blocks out of their easy-cary suitcase, stopping to hand-pick out the last few that clunked, and pushed them all under his bed. He tip-toed to the dresser … Continue reading →

Word Count: 325 “No, it’s fine. I think you should go. It’s a great opportunity for your career.” So I said. But what I wanted to tell her was, Please don’t leave. I don’t think you’ll ever come back and … Continue reading →