Fly

“I wanna fly one day,” said Jimmy watching his stone skip out across Blue Lake. “What do you mean?” asked Marvin his little brother. “I mean one day I’m just gonna take off a fly! You know like a bird. No! Like Super Man!” Running with his hands in the air Jimmy continues, “Like this!”Continue reading “Fly”

Rehab

“Hey Ma, What are we doing for dinner?” I ask head back with feet up, scrolling through my feed. No one responds, “What are you thinking Hen?” Their silence continues. Looking to Jimmy across the fake bear skin rug, his eyes were sad. He looks back to the TV. Some yuppie in a lab coatContinue reading “Rehab”

Thirty Minutes

“How much time do I have doc?” Stephan asked watching the snow fall through his reflection. Dr. Kliddle cleared her throat, “It’s hard to say. We don’t get many people in here with half of their torso missing,” she says pausing to clear her throat again, “Frankly, I don’t know how you’re still alive. YouContinue reading “Thirty Minutes”

A Cup of Tea

Sitting on the curb with her hands covering her face, tears streamed through her fingers. I walked up to give her a cup of tea. The lights from the first response vehicles lit the night. “Here you go Kim,” I say standing in front of her holding out the cup. “What?” she asks startled, lookingContinue reading “A Cup of Tea”

Jimmy Loves

Jimmy lands his left hook, followed by the haymaker he had been waiting for all two rounds. Glove, an imprint of knuckles, and follow thru was the combination that sent Doug the Dog’s mouthpiece and blood through the air. His mouth guard landed when he did. Coming back to the moment, seeing the ref countContinue reading “Jimmy Loves”

The Plate

6:32 pm Monday, a ten piece puzzle of a broken plate sits on the slate tile floor. The fight is over, Christine’s point was made. Sarah had never been a good listener; it was her defining non-physical trait. Sitting next to the shattered remnants of the first gift she had given Sarah. Marinara and pastaContinue reading “The Plate”

Grandpa

“It’s winter now. The first snow is falling and here I sit” A glass of bourbon is placed on the recessed windowsill. John looks out longingly through the snow, past the expanse of the park, beyond the ocean on the horizon. “Times were simpler then. You see hate had all but disappeared in the world.Continue reading “Grandpa”