Rescuing Rusty

Rescuing Rusty

I hated her. I hated her until I wanted to kill her. I’m a nice guy, but my wife is Wanda – Wicked Witch Wanda. I didn’t figure that out until after I’d married her. +++++“What are you doing today, Jackson?” she asked, peering over her newspaper. +++++We didn’t talk...
A Mashed Potato Murder

A Mashed Potato Murder

God, I hate mashed potato. Especially the way my husband cooked it, lumpy and sad, like the leftover washing in a basket that nobody hung out. He always cooked it first then let it sit there, in a ritual of neglect. I guess it was a lot like me. Something in the...
A Good Shepherd

A Good Shepherd

Gold teeth glittered on the dirty ground. Wendy almost walked on by. However, the way they shone in the street light inspired her to pause and collect the street treasure. Then, instead of heading to her church, she turned at the corner, going where the road lights...
Sandwich Bitch

Sandwich Bitch

The day had been a piss-poor one so far, but at long last lunch break had come to the rescue, offering Donny Mead a brief reprieve from his monotonous factory work. The breaks were staggered so only a handful of workers would be away from their positions at any given...
Wrong House

Wrong House

Billy waited in anticipation for his birthday presents. Sure, his birthday rocked, but he really wanted to open his presents now. He watched the magician’s show waiting for the time he and his friends could eat cake and he could tear open his presents. +++++“…..aaaand...