Category Writing – Fiction

The Consultant

My appointment with the consultant was his first of the day, 8am, in the third floor conference room, the one with the overactive thermostat that ...

Caruso

Larry rolled down the window, letting the scent of cow manure and fertilizer sift into his Ford truck. It was Friday and the Allman Brothers were ...

Tintype

I had named my camera Polyphemus, after Homer’s Cyclops, for its one poked eye. In the early days of the war, Polyphemus and I took portraits of ...

Crash

MacKenzie had wrapped a dead steward’s scarf around my head, covering my eyes. I had seen too much snow, too much everything. We thanked the dead ...

Lost and Found

Gina couldn’t remember where she put her keys. It was happening with greater frequency, this inability to remember things—names, faces, names of ...