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...
John often scheduled trips, then changed his mind at the last minute. He’d spend hours looking at maps, photos of diners, old railway stations, Post Offices covered in kudzu, and haunted hotels (where he liked to stay). He’d...Read More
Every night, I roll over to face the empty side of my bed. In varying levels of distress, I call out to a friend. My busy friend always stops by for our chat. I beg. I plead. I offer. It’s when I attempt bribery Death laughs in...Read More
It was difficult to attend her friend’s baby shower. How could she be joyous when she had just lost her own? Little Chloe was delivered prematurely. Her little lungs were not mature enough for her to survive. Tina had sunk into...Read More
Sam Adams met Maria his wife in a dream. The dream started in high school when he fell asleep in a physics class and saw the most beautiful woman in the world staring at him. He yelled out, “who are you?” and she...Read More