He came out of the warehouse’s dark hallway. Rita, who was twelve-years old that winter, noticed right away he had a familiar, pale, friendly face. He joyfully took her hands. “It’s so good to see you again,” he said. “I don’t know you,” she said automatically. “Let go!” He didn’t. Instead, he indicated an office…Continue Reading “Time is Like a River, and After Sunset, It Is Black”

“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”

“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”