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  • Nocturne

    The tree kept falling over and they needed a stronger base to keep it upright. “Do you need the tree?” Pierce asked. Pierce was the producer. He was worried about spending more to bolster the tree. It was probably the most expensive piece of stagecraft of the whole set, possibly the most expensive piece that…

  • Queen Slaying

    We squeeze our besties’ hands together to form… A circle. A group. A gang. A hive. Radiate love like heat from a lightbulb. Our eyes laughing ‘I love you. Stay with me, forever. You make me feel like I could do anything. I couldn’t do anything without you. Never leave. Please don’t ever leave me,’…

  • Outage

    “My time is almost up” I looked to the clock again. The numbers burned bottle green in the dark of my city cubicle.  “Two minutes left.”  Two minutes of life. Two minutes of breath. Two minutes of me. What to do with the time?  I’ve known it was coming for a while now. My body…

  • Moira’s Day Off

    “Sandwiches or Thai?” I ask aloud, out of habit.  I can imagine Moira’s reply: You’re not on track with your calcium and folic acid targets today. Spinach is advised. Maybe a green curry? But today there’s no level, pleasant voice in my ear. Moira is, as they used to say, “in the shop” today for her…

  • The Men and the Lake

    We could talk about the storm. We could talk about the wind and waves. We could talk about the boat. We could talk about the life jackets. We could talk about the men and the lake. We could talk about why they went so far out from shore.    We could talk about the beer…

  • Favorites

    I saw a tree and thought of you, or rather, thought of the way you see trees. I remembered when we walked through the Ramble in Central Park, a wild place in the center of a place wilder still, resplendent and emerald in the early summer sun. You stopped suddenly when you saw it. I…

  • The Final Act

    The lights were blindingly bright as I looked down from the stage, but there was almost a part of me that could feel his presence in the audience… even with it being too dark in the theatre hall to distinguish faces, my soul could feel how close he was in proximity. My heart skipped a…

  • Oscar’s Final Bow

    The silent emptiness that now filled the room was deafening in comparison to the meager roars of the participatory and rowdy audience had offered only an hour or so before. Oscar, Clown No. 3 and Pirate No. 4 scanned the ornately dilapidated hall, taking in that emptiness and the ruin left by the participatory and…

  • Diner At The End

    It was around ten after Life when he came in.      Nightshift was the best shift, to the three that worked at the diner at The End.     It let the dishwasher have a break when their feet started to hurt. It let the cook wear headphones while he worked. And it let the waitress…

  • The Sleepover

    When I was a child, I lived on a street with a haunted house. A large and happy family had lived in the house until a night when one of the children was playing with matches. The youngest boy of the family dropped a lit match on his bed but was too scared to call…

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