Category: stories
The Bridge
an allegory There was once a man and a woman who lived alone on opposite sides of a deep chasm. He lived in the forest on his side and made…
Escape
The sweet strains of Billie Holliday floated from an old tube radio in an apartment somewhere below my perch, echoing off faded bricks and streaked cement. The thin cacophony of…
A Great Fall
“Quick, call the guards!” I heard one say. There was much twittering and womanly shouting as the crowd gathered to see me rumpled and twisted at the foot of the…
Bad Guys
The cell is cold. I sit on the bench nearest the narrow window, trying to absorb what little warmth filters through the frosted leaden glass. Waiting. The guard comes over…
