Sea Magic
The morning the fog rolled in, Jenny May was already awake. She sat cross-legged on the old wooden pier, legs dangling just above the bay’s dark surface. Viper, her sleek black corn snake, was coiled…
The Dawn
I guess interesting is the word of wonder at why I look at my watch when waiting for the day break? I sit in a damp mood with anxiety looking for relief only gained by…
Nightguard
I wake to the sound of nothing, which isn’t right. Something’s different in the house. Time check: 4:55 am. I roll over, the tormented ghost of yesterday’s workout haunting my shoulder. Matt’s on his stomach,…
The Passenger
The plane smelled faintly of recycled air, coffee, and the sharp tang of disinfectant. Lena hated flying. Not just the confined space or the turbulence or the way her ears always popped on descent—what she…
Lukewarm.
My coffee had always been lukewarm, or so I thought. Maybe it was hot once, when it was first poured with gentle hands around the kettle’s neck and perhaps it was me all along, my…