Short stories

A dark city has no place for innocents. Ciara made the trip from her farm near Agrigento only twice a…

The story below is written by Mel Sutovsky, a student of mine when I taught creative writing in the spring…

As he opened the trunk of the battered old mustard yellow Merc, you could feel the heat escape from the…

One last run, I thought. Then I will turn for home. The wind bit like a steel trap and I…

I have two hand made suits. To get into them again I will have to shed some weight – they…

Time to go! The whistle’s blow, The starched linen, the liveried crew, Dancing down the aisle to serve you. Entrée…

She played the song. ‘This is how I feel about you.” ‘Vintage Red’ sung by Jay Jay Pistolet came on…