Category Archives: Fiction

She hadn’t read Dusty (ok, Dostoyevsky) since her college days. The time had come to downsize after all those years, and should she hold on to the old-fashioned collection of his works on the overcrowded shelf? Aren’t they saying that Russian classics are banned somewhere, maybe in Italy, because of the war in Ukraine? Decisions,Continue reading “VISIONS OF HELL”

The dialogue presented here is a record of the woman’s version. My companion John and I have been isolating now for some time. Like everyone else, we do venture out for groceries (wearing a mask) – and walking our dog Andy in the park (without a mask). I insist on the mask mostly not toContinue reading “Love in the Time of COVID”

She hadn’t gone on a hike for some time. When she woke up that day, and all the stuff she needed to do started piling up in her head, she decided to take a hike. But she had promised to take Betty to chemotherapy, and the girls, her granddaughters Suzie and Nicole, needed to beContinue reading “The Cave”

Cassie was a happy girl. When she woke up, the sunbeam that had managed to steal trough the pinhole in the Venetian blinds painted jumping rabbits in all the colors of the rainbow right on the wall of her room. She always brushed her teeth after breakfast, like a good girl, and the toothpaste tooContinue reading “Cassandra”

Supper time. She’s done ahead of him, although she’s the one supposed to be eating for two now. What’s left is too much to eat, too little to save. She looks at David, who raises his hand, showing his palm in a “stop” gesture. She stacks the salad bowl on top of the spaghetti dish.Continue reading “The Game”