Short Story Sunday: Baker Beach

Max heard the Nessun dorma ringtone and groaned. It was his brother Andy. It was an emergency. He could sense it. He … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Baker Beach

Short Story Sunday: Night Dogs

Constantine Jones sat on the bottom of the museum steps wondering what just happened. Earlier that evening he’d put on … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Night Dogs

Daisy became weary of the “family.” First of all they weren’t her family. Her family had been a father who … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Artist

Lucas Talbot was an idiot. Sure he graduated from UCLA with a 3.7 GPA and headed off to graduate school … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: A Very Good Thing

Johnny Corino’s Body My friend Kay and I were the two women who found Johnny Corino’s body. We weren’t looking … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Johnny Corino’s Body

The Bully Sunday mornings on the deck with coffee, a cat purring in my lap, a dog at my feet … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Bully

The Hunter “We pumped quite a bit of blood out of your stomach. We’re not sure where it came from.” … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Hunter

The Real Estate agent had left. The house was in great shape for a 95 year old structure. The decorating … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: For Sale