The Nihilist

The Nihilist

She’s peering into the depths of my soul. My memories, miscellaneous thoughts, woes, and wishes openly exposed by her gaze. She smiles spuriously, with her red pen at the ready, and whispers, “so tell me.” Self-consciousness overtakes me as I sift through...
The Fall of a Keyboard Warrior – Part 2

The Fall of a Keyboard Warrior – Part 2

“Silverman is dead?” Clara opened her eyes wide when she heard the news. +++++“Yes. His wife found him when she returned home Wednesday afternoon. They think he died not long after his breakfast.” +++++“I’m sorry,” she whispered. +++++“I barely knew him,” I told her....
Magical Thinking

Magical Thinking

Lily arose at 7:30 a.m., feeling exceptional. She looked in the mirror, observed no unpleasant or surprising reminders of dissipation or aging. At twenty-seven, she was holding up well—fine complexion, trim figure, firm muscles, no sags or droops. She smiled at her...
The Fall of a Keyboard Warrior – Part 1

The Fall of a Keyboard Warrior – Part 1

It was a Tuesday afternoon in late April. The sun that bathed Yorktown College in gold felt warm on my back, although there was enough breeze to be comfortable in sweaters and jeans. I took some deep breaths, walking between lush green lawns. I always associated...
Boot Hill Bastards

Boot Hill Bastards

An occasional gunshot still peppered the sides of the shack. The posse had been drinking for almost two hours, starting sometime before they either knocked out or ran off the Sheriff. I’d heard his booming voice, full of calm authority, a man used to being obeyed. And...