Stories

Surprise

When I lived back East, the chill September air brought out the conspirators. It wasn’t cold yet, not at all, but for the first time of the year it was clear that cold would come again. It was comforting, but shocking too, the reminder of winter, the back-to-school routine that always meant so much change.

Malcolm White

My ass is on fire, Sarah thought as she crossed Centinela in front of a phalanx of cars.  After Pilates she could feel every muscle pulling and flexing.  She was sure with each ass-clenching step, the anxious drivers on their sad morning commutes were riddled with jealousy.

Sketches