Not a Breath

Wallace swallowed a bland, oversized bite of boiled chicken breast, and the air snapped off. He was choking. He tried to wash it down with the tumbler of vodka he’d allowed himself for lunch, but... Read More

The Oatmeal Percolates

Travel. The word, the thought, stirred Harvey. But ‘stir’ is relative. The stirring was not vigorous. It was more like the gentle folding of berries into a batter. It stood like the unadorned oatmeal he... Read More