Fiction

“His voice sounded barely louder than the swoosh of the passing cars, out of practice, a rough whisper.”

“She stared out seemingly into the netherworld, and told you the tide was going out. You laughed at her hokey premonitions.”

“She stares down the street, impatiently waiting for the bus. I stare between the blinds, impatiently waiting for change.”

“As I picked up the cold cream jar and turned it over, I noticed something unusual. There it was, plain as day.”

“Her battered suitcase bumped behind her down the cracked concrete stairs, over dung-brown leaves plastered to the pavement.”

“Her eyes catch a medic alert necklace. On his right, she sees a rotary telephone, the handset firmly hooked…”

“My mother lifted me up to kiss my grandfather in his casket. I had never kissed my grandfather while he was alive…”

“My daughter’s line will be struck out, as that on so many others’ cards have been. Hasty burials at sea.”

“He kept digging. The sound of the shovel reverberating off the rocks as if inside a sepulcher.”