Holiday Shopping Jon Hillenbrand, December 22, 2017October 17, 2019 The prettiest girl in the world is in front of me in line at the Barnes and Noble. Her eyes are a coal black starlit night, contained in the soft folds of a milky coffee meringue. A Roman nose on a petit face and I finally understand ancient beauty, the kind preserved in marble. Her terrifying glance is a spotlight I want to catch or hide from in its shadow. I imagine my life with her, laughing together, brushing the snow from her black coat and a tear from her eye, as she’s called to the register and out of my life forever pulled away in the river of holiday checkouts. Short Stories
Short Stories The Page in the Desert April 28, 2017October 17, 2019 Somewhere north of the city with no name, a speeding car traces a lone arc across the horizon. The desert continues before them and behind them forever. The car is full of students on a documentary expedition. The engine growls to a stop with tires shedding a hail of stones upon the… Read More
Short Stories Moonrise October 16, 2019October 16, 2019 The man gathered up his equipment at twilight. He pulled on his riding boots with the tarnished brass buckles over his dusty blue jeans with the white worn spots on the thighs. He knew it would be cold so he pulled a black wool sweater over his holey cotton knit… Read More
Short Stories The flame November 27, 2016October 17, 2019 The boy looked upon the candle as it continued to melt the flame slowly dying. He held it as if he were holding small child or an injured bird. Read More