Haley’s Tree
A dense bluff of silver maples grew behind our house.
Solitude
The Gymnast
The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in ...
Buckethead
Hop on the exam table, Mister Smith, and let’s take a look at the carnage, shall we?
Eddie Zovinovich
No one could pronounce my last name growing up.
Pink Tint
So much blood.
Haley Dreams
My dreams always started the same way.
The Interview
Janine let her hair flop forward on the left, decided against it, and threw her hair up in a clip.
Lessons
So, I’ve been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.
Observation
I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee.
Too Far from Home
Melanie closed one eye and focused on the board.
First Fledging
I’ll never forget the first time I sat behind the yoke of dad’s old hovercar by myself, newly minted holo-license carefully filed in my e-wallet.
Tanked!
Bob cruises with stealth