Your last moment with someone is important. It should carry some weight. Some emotional significance.            My last moment with my mom before she died was just horrifically average. On my way out the door to school, “Bye Mom, see you this afternoon.”            “Have a good day,” her reply.            No sense that that was the... Continue Reading →

"Hold the elevator!"I wedged my toes in the crack just before the doors closed. I've learned feet are more resistant to pinching than fingers in my daily trips up this slow elevator. Thirty-two floors. Thirty-two chances for someone to ask me to hold the elevator. On average, it happens three or four times per trip.This... Continue Reading →

"Here, take a sip."My eyes popped up from "The Raven" to see who was talking to me. Standing before my park bench was a man. That's all. An average, ordinary man. So average and ordinary that I remember nothing about him.What I do remember is what he held in his hand. A sterling silver hip... Continue Reading →

                The ghost was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  My peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  Loaded with a double wallop of crunchy peanut butter and just a hint of raspberry jam.  Seedless of course.  Crusts cut off.  Sectioned into fourths on a diagonal.  Placed on a plate with a pile of cheddar and... Continue Reading →

            I woke up in a strange bed and really had to pee.  I made my bladder wait a minute while I figured out where I was.  The pale moonlight coming through the window was much weaker than the streetlight back home, but it was bright enough to show me the quilt crumpled at the... Continue Reading →

Most people probably think serial killers watch CSI, Bones, and Law and Order.  A few might even consider adding Dexter to the list.  In my experience, those shows are useless.  There isn't a lot of info there that's accurate.  What is accurate is horribly out of date.  When I watch those shows I laugh.  And... Continue Reading →

Janessa's movements were slow and sure.  First the newspaper she had stolen from the neighbor's drive.  Next the pizza box from last night's dinner.  The phone book.  Her notes from psychology class.  Janessa popped open the flip top on the can of lighter fluid.  Dousing the pile on her living room floor, she took a... Continue Reading →