Short Stories

A 3:00 A.M. phone call can never be good news. At least that is the prevailing wisdom. When the call came, waking me from a deep REM sleep cycle, I…

“Mamaw don’t want to lock you in a cage, but I got no choice,” she apologized to her wailing granddaughter as she extricated herself from the overwrought child, both covered…

     “That’s just our town retard, don’t mind him, he’s harmless,” Sam Cleary commented offhandedly. “Every town’s got one weirdo, right?” he let the steering wheel spin in his fingers.…

Garrett slipped out of Spanish class with the gaudy Aztec medallion hall pass in his hand, that tacky circle with the faces of Mexican gods and demons that gave students…