Tag: late night fiction
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Off the Mark
I heard a ruckus in the hallway and remembered the movers. Oh, Crap! I thought to myself. My friend Grace was moving out and I had agreed to help her pack. I threw on an old t-shirt and then – while nearly tripping over my suitcases – a thought occurred to me. If anyone needed…
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Ready to Roll
I was staring at my boobs in the mirror when the phone rang. It was Mia, who I hadn’t heard from in over a decade, and her timing was perfect. Mia and I grew up together. We lived on the same street, in a shady part of town (and I don’t mean from trees), and…
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A Surprise Guest
A Short Story (The Final Chapter). The first couple of bands were new and unknown, and they each had a handful of groupies that looked like they were probably their girlfriends. Freddy was really digging their music though (not to mention the scantily clad groupies), so he introduced me to Chad – his bartender friend…
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Punk’s Not Junk
A Short Story (Part 2). Sometimes I get sidetracked when I talk about Ray. His story has very little (ok, nothing) to do with what happened when we were five, but it was our very first encounter and I believe it has significance. Not that he even remembered my racy proposition, or the scolding that…
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The Golden Boy
A Short Story. I was five when I first met Ray. I remember the encounter vividly, weeks before kindergarten was to start. Ray had moved in with his grandma, and she lived two doors down from us. I’d never even seen the woman before – until that humiliating, hot August day. “Get out of here!”…
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Island Getaway
(AKA The Escape). A Short Story (Part Five). I was SO close to finding out what had happened to Diego (and how I had ended up lying on the beach – with no shoes and a sombrero on my head), and the thought of this was positively thrilling. The waiter came by with my champagne,…
a sprinkle of faith 