Tag Archives: Mainstream

Word Count: 358 When the storm hit, they were each in different rooms of the house. Claude in his easy chair with his laptop and the TV speaking to the living room where no one was paying attention. Jeanine in … Continue reading →

Word Count: 286 Eight people started the journey; only three of us made it to the end. We were supposed to be doctors, lawyers, a couple accountants, a librarian and a pro football star. I was one of the lawyers. … Continue reading →

Word Count: 387 The last time I saw her, her hair was aflame with sunlight. Funny how I’d never much been attracted to redheads until I saw her. Coppery curls that surrounded her face in an angelic halo with blue … Continue reading →

Word Count: 518 It’s Day #4 of the Great October Snowstorm over New England and our state’s still only halfway through restoring electricity for nearly a million customers in the cold dark. My neighbor’s been over twice for my one-pan … Continue reading →

Word Count: 495 I awoke to the warm sun on my face through the train window and the bare rocking of the car as it clacked its way to the half-lost town. The view in the dawn morning was astonishing, … Continue reading →

Word Count: 373 The morning hums of generators, those who have singing out to those who have not. The dark is expansive, extending to all edges of vision. Water, heat, but no lights. The odd storm of deep snow in … Continue reading →

Word Count: 302 The day flew by so quickly I don’t think I even enjoyed it. I’d waited so long, built such enthusiasm, made such plans, then it was suddenly here and just as suddenly gone. All that excitement and … Continue reading →

Word Count: 299 He was little, probably around five years old but looked younger because he was so small. Thin, bony, his eyes ringed with blue-gray circles that gave him a haunted and haunting look. He never spoke to me … Continue reading →

Word Count: 215 The old maple is split from the storm. Like a deer hit by a truck it lies sprawled on the lawn, bleeding its leaves into the ground. I don’t know what to do though it reaches its … Continue reading →

Word Count: 642 The man who thought outside the box was dying. I was sent to collect his last words. His skin was the color of the hospital sheets, his hair sparse and needle-straight on the pillow. His lips were … Continue reading →