Category Archives: Fiction

Pete was starting his meal with the white corn soup and she was trying the heirloom tomato gazpacho when Lily told him she thought the most powerful god was Morpheus. “Yeah. God of Sleep,” she confirmed, leaning over her bowl. … Continue reading →

If Lily’s father comes in he’ll ask after Zack, so maybe she should distract him with the watch. She doesn’t want to talk about her son. Zack went camping with his girlfriend Eli, and Lily’s father doesn’t approve of premarital … Continue reading →

Her eyes are nearly fifty years old but they can still accommodate close work. Lily feels unreasonable pride about that. As if she could take credit for the elasticity of her lenses. She can read the tiny characters etched into … Continue reading →

In the beginning, when Guy traveled away from her she worried. He never left her except on business and then, in her opinion, there was peril. He was a structural engineer. He wanted to design museum buildings but he made … Continue reading →

It didn’t help that Guy was alcoholic. Nancy should have been quick to spot that, what with her parents, but Guy threw her off by being functional. He could down four Jack Daniels at lunch and have a productive afternoon. … Continue reading →

Nancy knew she was in trouble when she started to imagine Guy’s death. They’d been married 12 years. They’d survived the early marital challenges and at first she didn’t understand her morbid fantasies. In the beginning, when she was madly … Continue reading →

They don’t give out full information, but I just happened to ride the escalator with the responding emergency personnel, so I knew it was one septuagenarian who took our BART train out of service. “It’s her hip,” the station agent … Continue reading →

     I propose we do some evaluating in terms of the Value of a Statistical Mile Traveled (VSMT). The VSMT is a measurement of the consumption in resources, labor and material of any mile traversed. Often time is factored in … Continue reading →