Category Archives: Fiction

For one thing they’re ugly. Their aggressive complaining personalities might be bearable if their persons were acceptable to the eyes or ears. Barbara seems to think her blindness is an excuse to pay no attention to her appearance. It’s bad … Continue reading →

Lately I’m restless in bed. I don’t toss or turn but also I don’t sleep. My father once told me it doesn’t matter whether we actually lose consciousness. It’s only important that we rest our bodies and our minds. He … Continue reading →

Jill read a memorable magazine article years ago, about a strange little father-daughter family. The father was mentally retarded or developmentally disabled or otherwise just marginally capable of caring for himself. He’d somehow managed to marry a functional woman, and … Continue reading →

It doesn’t hurt that Jill’s more confident now. She looks good. Better than Kevin does. Better than she did. She comes from a family that appears to look older when young and younger when old. She’s finally growing into her … Continue reading →

“So what the fuck is friendship?” Jill asked Kevin after she told him about Anita. In the old days the narration would have been between but now it was after. Now his chest hair is white and her belly skin … Continue reading →

Adam almost made the move back to Manhattan, but money was tight and the only way he could support Sharon and Ellen was if he lived in the same house with them. He didn’t exactly get back together with Sharon … Continue reading →

She didn’t see Adam till the end of lunch. Her parents had opted for the buffet instead of the sit-down dining room, which suited salad-loving Sarah, and she was excusing herself from their table when she saw Adam at the … Continue reading →

Adam had never been attracted to someone like Sarah before. He gravitated toward women who resembled his ex: tall dancer types with blonde hair and cool personalities. Sarah was a brunette, around five foot six, cocky and stocky. It was … Continue reading →

Still and all, most users have been making sure that the toilet flushes. Most of us put up with the situation. But at least a couple of times a day someone exits the ladies’ room without completing the flush, leaving … Continue reading →

Maybe there’s unspoken agreement to retain her because she’s the coworker everyone loves to despise. There’s always going to be one, and we’re all so comfortable having Cindy fill the position. And she’s the lowest paid of us – it’s … Continue reading →