Spinning A mile away, the car flipped over and over, appearing as a large red thrown object, hitting, bouncing from road into the median. Instinctively, I slowed my car, foot leaving the gas pedal until I was coasting. Brake...

Marie’s hands skipped across the black and white keys, spinning the staccato tones of Balakirev’s “Islamej” for a spellbound audience. Years ago, musicians had called Balakirev’s piece the “unplayable fantasy.” Nowadays, things...

I put the phone down, gripped the kitchen sink, and felt my heart shatter somewhere deep inside myself along with so many expectations.  I struggled to make sense of what I had heard.  Words strung together into...

He really didn’t know how long they’d been living down that particular drain. But at least it was east facing; offering eight minutes of luscious sun each morning. More than once he’d spied envy in the eyes of the other...

Before the storm, Philip would frequently get a kick contemplating his situation: a solitary guy who enjoyed living amongst the horde.  Long-distance running seemed more akin to Philip’s nature.  And as close to...

They surveyed the landscape from above. It was prime property for development. There was only one problem. It was occupied already and the current tenants would have to be removed. Of course, there was the heavy-handed approach...