The lobby of the Westminster Academy holds the aroma of stale cigars, popcorn, and a tingle of generously applied body spray. Its marble floors and stone walls capture all that transpire under the arched ceilings, so I can both hear and smell Charles Vanderbrooke long before he gives me a playful shove. “Nice jacket, Finn.” … More Interplanetary Relations
I’m prepping myself for dinner with Dad when I locate the black Nissan Altima by the curb at the train station. Logging into my SlideRyde app, I tap the digits on my phone. The car bleeps and the doors click and unlock. Sure, I could have called and had my father pick me up like … More The Girl In My Trunk
Every room was cleaned, tagged, and ready for tomorrow’s estate sale. Paul had taken off earlier to catch up with old friends. Now Sarah was sitting on the kitchen floor, tying shoes and gathering toys, readying the little ones for dinner at the restaurant. She was tugging on a sock when she looked up. “Are … More Estate Sale
Hagler had never needed much training. He was naturally smart yet low-key and without much inclination for chasing squirrels or capturing his own tail. A brisk, morning walk, maybe a few sniffs and scents before business, and Hagler was ready to curl up and nod off. Hagler loved nothing more than napping in the shafts … More Dog Park
It was Sunday evening and the Coach’s Corner talk show was on in Dad’s truck. I was beat, my shirt soaked to my skin, streaked orange from digging all day in the red clay. I wasn’t sure I could take much more of Dad’s high school pep talk. I could only think about Lia. This … More One Last Breeze…
I smacked the arm of the chair, watching a thick cloud of dust particles float into the sunlight. Jill glanced up from her place in the yard where she was sorting through Mom’s clothes. I wasn’t surprised that Mom had kept my father’s chair, but that it still held the scent of tobacco, metal, and … More The Fisherman
Quiz time and the classroom is quiet. Mostly. A few sniffles, Brent’s foot tapping at jackhammer speed in front of me. The hum of a mower on the other side of the window. I scan over the questions, searching for answers I know right off the bat. It’s not a lengthy scan. But I have … More Dad, You’re Dead….