The Week
She looks for herself. The evening's rain has skinned the pavement with a reflection. Stalactites of yellow
streetlight and neon, deep violet sky between black buildings, the dim green clouds of treetops in the
park across the street. She used to watch Eric's reflection in mirrors and puddles. Now she only looks for
herself.
Tricia broke up with her boyfriend on Monday. By next Sunday she hasn't broken up with him yet. Fiction, SF, 4200 words. First published in A Cappella Zoo, 2009.
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Looking Down On Me
The first thing I remember is the taste of vomit. Always. This is my life story, the title of every chapter,
that taste. If I believed in god I would thank him for leaving it at that. A quick dip, a few words — the treatment of
Christ by John. I would thank him for sparing me the fate of Noah's people or of Pharaoh.
A story written for a contest about the ugly side of life. Fiction, horror, 3600 words. First published in Soundzine, 2008. Nominated for Pushcard Prize, 2008.
Reprinted in Silver Thought, 2009.
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Good Men Do Nothing
Sick. I'm sick. I felt it today, lying in the park. The sky was so blue and deep. Even the stain over the city
didn't look too bad, but it was what made me realize I'm sick. I'm just like that yellow stain, sulking at the edges of all
that's good and pure. The world is bright around me and I have every comfort at my disposal.
But I don't feel comfort.
A young man's ruminations on the state and fate of the world. Also, tigers. Fiction, 1400 words. First published in Joyful!, 2009.
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