The first sound Liza hears is her own cry and the cold is a shock and the world is too…
Richard Hawk needs quiet. His office has glass walls. Workers continually mill among cubicles outside his door. Someone sticks their…
The season of betrayal was ending. Spring had arrived with warm breezes and budding oaks. The patio of The Black…
On the near north side of Chicago any September day between 85 and 45 degrees you will see a number…
James didn’t thank me when I dropped him off at LAX to go back to his midwestern hometown for the…
January first, at about 1:00 A.M., my predecessor emerged from an alley as I stumbled home. An old man with…
On November 24th, 1936, the frame of a wooden Chicago Rapid Transit train was left wrapped around an all-steel Chicago,…
Widower was surprised, but then again he wasn’t. A stone’s throw from the house, his hand gripped shaded walls that…
On again, she volunteered me for wood cutting detail. A tree felled in one of last winter’s storms, back yard.…
Their first date. His brittle breath nestles its way inside her ear, eagerly. Trickles its way down her tunnel, taunting,…
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