The Curse of Gary (Part 102)

The empty chair slid back a foot from the table and then stopped. Victor chewed and swallowed his mouthful of food, and then set down the half-eaten wedge of toast in his hand. He looked around the room but saw no one. As his eyes turned back across the table, the chair opposite him became... Continue Reading →

Poem: Old Vacuum

In the end you weren’t so good at picking up all the dust, But watching you leave, that doesn’t seem to matter quite so much.   You were with us, way back then, when we moved into this house, You helped me when I spilled glitter on the carpet, and when I didn’t want to... Continue Reading →

The Old Widower

The old man sat at the outdoor table in his garden. The table was small and round, with a glass top and white paint peeling off the elaborate steel frame. He remembered when they had bought it, how exquisite it was—at least it had seemed so to them on their shoestring budget. He shifted on... Continue Reading →

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