September 2020

Ally had avoided  the five and ten year  high school reunions.  Explaining to her high school tormentors  why she was still a struggling server  in LA made her cringe.  But it was year 15,  she had her own show,  and now she was ready to go. She entered the reunion  in a daring red gown.  […]

So this was death.  Ralph had been dying a long time.  He supposed everyone was.  His long time  just happened  to be faster  than most.  Failing organs.  Nutrition and exercise did help,  but this was it.  This was the moment …   And like that, the symphony played.  The hospital room  bled and dissolved like

Dearest Author,  We were heart-broken  to hear your transphobic statements  on the telly.  We assumed your Witch Manor Series  was an allegory  for inclusivity.  Millions of fans did, too.  Your witches fought so hard  to be accepted into society.  Who left this note on your fridge,  you ask?  It is I,  Evadra,  Head Witch of

I tried not to rattle my server tray.  There she was  in her black Versace gown:  my favorite star.    I grew up watching her  every red carpet event,  envisioning her in one of my dresses.  I had even designed some  in her measurments.    But my manager fired staff  for speaking to celebs.  He

For 50 years of marriage  the only times Jerry and Emma fought  were over the cleanliness of the house.  She got onto him  for leaving his shoes around …  leaving the toilet seat up.  If he were honest,  he enjoyed riling her up.  It was a friendly war. Now that she was gone,  it wasn’t