Category Archives: Fiction

Bleeding Out

About a year after Elizabeth’s book was released, Doug invited me to his parents’ farm. I hadn’t been there since we were kids. We stayed the night and spent much of the morning around the breakfast table. As we were finishing … Continue reading

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Holiday

Leaving that morning for vacation, Liz left the keys to her house with Nicole. Her fish needed feeding. In closets, cabinets, and drawers, Nicole’s hands moved slowly, deliberately, with impunity. She found pictures, read letters. Each day she tried on … Continue reading

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Grayscale

A month after Mom passed, I went back to the house to pack up. In the corner of her closet, buried under a pile of shoes, was a box within a box. Inside were dozens of aged, black-and-white photos of … Continue reading

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Conspirators

I got this typewriter from a man named Busby, at an everything-must-go sale back home. He was old and his magazine had failed years ago and now even the office building had gone under, so he was getting rid of … Continue reading

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Mirror Talk

Trent Takashima watched his father through the low-hung window of the Los Angeles-bound Amtrak. The son was unexpected and went unnoticed for the length of the train ride that started in Folsom County. He wore a navy ball cap and … Continue reading

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Sushi and You

H- I thought I could survive on sushi and you, but this gas station stuff isn’t Nobu, and payphones cost a couple cents more the farther out you go. You’re not answering yet. There’s a change drawer next to the … Continue reading

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Cold Calling

The half-opened bathroom door cast an orange light into the dark hallway. The father, wearing light blue pants and a short-sleeved jacket sporting large breast pockets, barely knocked on the door. The son, recently turned thirteen, swung the door wide … Continue reading

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