Buried at Sea

The tugboat entered the bay with the morning fog. Its horn shattered the silence of the Sunday stillness — a mournful sound that echoed over the water and off the beach houses and back — disturbing the herons and seals. People stood on the spit, silent. The horn blast was all around them; a burialContinue reading “Buried at Sea”

Flash Fiction: Future Unwritten

I met myself in fifty years in the doorway of a coffee shop on San Francisco Street. Monsoon rains tapped a steady march on the sidewalk. Water swirled around parked car tires as it rushed downhill. He was bent over with the weight of years. Crow’s feet sprouted like ivy from the corners of hisContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Future Unwritten”

Flash Fiction Friday: Cycles

Three generations sat at a small table. A young boy, bright-eyed and bursting with potential energy, looked in awe at his father, a mature man at the height of his success, who looked in awe at his father, a wise man in the last embers of his years, who looked in awe at his grandson.Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday: Cycles”

Flash Fiction: 7,000 Feet

Much of the city is sleeping at 10 o’clock. Small packs of people wander in and out of neon shadows from one bar to the next. An astronomer has a telescope set up in the square to let the curious look up and feel small. Altitude claims its first victims of the night; sending newContinue reading “Flash Fiction: 7,000 Feet”

Flash Fiction: Photograph

Friends pose for a photo in the crowded bar. They smile, hold up their beers, lean together, wait, wait, wait. The flash fires. Just ten thousand tiny pixels preserve this night, the last of their carefree early twenties. Tomorrow, Bridgette will accept the job in Atlanta. In a month, Neil will propose to Tara andContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Photograph”

Flash Fiction Friday: Out of Body Experience

The following character sketch was gleaned from graphite-smudged pages of my trusty old Moleskine: A young man is bent over a small, black notebook, writing quickly with a black pencil that has a black eraser. His black dress shirt has seen better days as evidenced by the white thread showing at the cuffs and collar.Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday: Out of Body Experience”

People Watching is Awesome

I’m sitting in the sole terminal of the Flagstaff Pulliam Airport, about to fly to Minneapolis. With no one traveling with me, I am free to observe the people around me. Some people hate flying — I love it. Every interesting character from every novel I’ve ever read or wanted to write eventually wanders throughContinue reading “People Watching is Awesome”