From today’s Daily Prompt The palm reader saw violence in me. Were it mine, done to me, or a horrible secret I carried like a gift left behind at the party, unnamed. It sits there waiting in the corner for… Read More ›
Touched by Mr. Bingley
The girls are at each other’s throats, so I get them outside for a walk, to the new development. The clouds are burning off, so we keep going down the dead end so I can show them a bog and… Read More ›
Going Back to Hell (End)
Dora the server wears a black vest, bow-tie, thick eye-liner, doesn’t focus right with the one eye: she looks behind me, somewhere. She says how did you know I’m Greek, and I say because your name tag says THEODORA. I… Read More ›
In the dark, in the morning on my way to work passing the line of kids at the bus-stop: All their faces look like jack-o-lanterns by the glow and the flicker of their smartphone displays.
The Disappearing Eyes
Henry and Eve told us about a castle out in the country off Keim Road, and we were convinced there was something bad happening there. Henry interviewed the owner and filmed it: two elderly men lived there, descendants of a… Read More ›