Island Secret

“Good Morning,” Dr. Fredrickson bowed his head as they did and returned the greeting. It wasn’t until after he said it that his groggy mind had a realization. “You speak English?” he looked at the small crowd of men and women trying to pick out the one that spoke. They all wore loose rags as…

Worldly Parents

“I can’t believe he slept through that,” Wanda whispered to her husband as they snuck out of their son’s bedroom. “Why are you whispering?” Elkson asked in his normal volume. “He just slept through a tattoo, he’s not waking up any time soon.” “Partial tattoo,” Wanda replied as she followed her husband to the kitchen….

Renewing Faith

“Uhh…,” Faith pondered the question as she sat on the barstool. The question was unexpected from the tall, gaunt bartender. Normally, she didn’t get questions about what she wanted until after she had a moment to look at the menu or ask questions. He was dressed in crisp white apron with rolled-up flannel sleeves; his…

Turbo Trouble

Turbo’s stomach fluttered with nerves as he followed the principal into her office. It was spacious, larger than his own bedroom, and it reminded him of a nursery. Dozens of potted plants lined the walls and floors around the room. The principal’s dark wood desk sat in the center of the room reminiscent of a…

Death’s Nostalgia

“Marshall…,” the aging, portly psychologist leaned forward on his chair and smiled at the 12-year-old boy. “Could you give me a few minutes alone with your mom?” “But it’s true!” Marshall blurted out, on the verge of tears. He felt lucky his mom believed him enough to make an appointment for him, but somehow it…

Starry Morning

“I’m never drinking again,” Wendy grumbled to herself as she padded down the steps. Her eyelids were almost closed to block out the bright morning sun. She held on to the railing with one hand while supporting her aching head, and blocking more of her view, with the other. The pain throbbed so much she…

Hellish Bouquet

“I’m in Hell,” Grover said when his eyes opened again. His voice was weak and frail, but that was okay; there was no one in the hospital room to hear him. Despite using his ability to respawn all his life, he hoped there would be a final rest if he died naturally. He was surprised…

Sharp Procedures

“What do you mean a week?” Mundo asked. She leaned on the bar eyeing the pair of women standing in front of her. They looked similar, with pale skin and short dark hair. The taller, leaner one wore a white suit; the shorter, chubbier one wore a black one. “Seven days, a standard week. Starting…

Exile Expectations

After walking along the snowy road for two hours, Jerry spotted houses in the distance. Not only houses, but occupied houses; streams of black smoke billowed from several of them. The excitement gave Jerry a second wind and he ran towards the cluster of houses. As he got closer, he noticed the temperature warming up…

Memory of Death

“My goodness! Let me help you up!,” Quinten said. He reached down to offer Jake a hand. Jake was in his early 20s and confused about how he got on the floor and why his shirt felt wet. He touched the moistness and looked down; his hands were coated with sticky dark red. His best…