Black Widow

        Gavriil came through the door stomping oily snow off his boots and behind him Innochka could just see the pure white of the mountains, a crescent of blue sky. The wind clean and cold in the tiny cabin and then he slammed the door shut, latched it, and her eyes adjusted again to the…

Coyote

                He heard the yelping, took the Winchester out of the safe and stood on his back porch, searching. It was a cool night and his breath slipped out in a knife string vapor. There, maybe a hundred yards, the coyotes flitting along the fence. Gray bestial things in the spotlight the ranch had hung…

Published Over the Holidays

Hi all, It’s been a little while since the holidays, but I’d still like to share that the Journal of Microliterature published another one of my pieces, The Cooling Centers.  Thanks to the Editors for choosing me.  I’m looking forward to reading more over there!

What We Remember

            He parked under an oak tree that had splattered acorns on the asphalt.  One of the green clusters cut loose, cracked against the hood.  Standing there squinting up at the tree limbs swaying.  The wind cutting through his jacket.  Move the car?  The home covered at least two acres.  No, no.  This way he’d…