“Please. Please tell them we had nowhere to go. We needed to run away.” Obviously they had somewhere to go. Unfortunately it was here, where trespassing is punishable by death. “C’mon, man. Stand up straight.” I nodded to the wall-length window, where the old guy trudged, trembling, his burnt and frayed canvas pants dragging on…Continue Reading “Lifeline”

Brutus, the family’s long-ignored Dalmatian, pattered into the dead Boy’s room. The lad’s clothes sat on brown bed sheets. A folded shirt, and pants. Mom and Dad shooed Brutus away when he begged for love. No pats. No scratching behind the ears. That gave him an idea. If he wore the Boy’s clothes, he’d be…Continue Reading “Be the Boy”

Wednesday October 24 1962 I was seventeen. “Happy birthday, Celia,” Shirley said. “We’re celebrating tonight.” She and Kath took me to the Kong Nam Restaurant: flocked wallpaper, Formica tables and lanterns. I gorged myself on chop suey and chips, and couldn’t face the fortune cookies, so I wrapped one of the crispy oracles in a…Continue Reading “Ticket to Ride”

“Do you have the artifacts?” “This is pointless,” the woman answers. “Please,” says her husband. “Mary, please. We’ve come this far. What harm could it do? And it might help.” “Nothing can help. Don’t you understand that?” Her tone is bitter, hostile words hissed through clenched teeth, but nonetheless she brings out an oversized shoebox…Continue Reading “The Medium”