Category: Short Stories
Various stand-alone short stories I’ve written.
Caitlin knocked at the front door of the house then caught herself and used the key to open the door. Even after a year of being back in the home she grew up in, some habits died slowly. The twenty-two…
He pulled into the driveway and saw that the realtor was already there, leaning against the door of her car, waiting for him. She smiled and walked over to his car as he parked, grabbed his jacket and stepped out….
Come forth, mortal! Know that you stand before one of the great gods of your existence! Which god? I could tell you my name, but for your flimsy body much of it is unpronounceable. On top of which, were you…
My life fell apart when I was ten — and that night will stick with me forever. It was mid-summer and Mom and Dad wanted a weekend to themselves. I was spending it with my grandparents — Dad’s parents. We’d had a good time with a quiet day — just Grandma, Grandpa, and me.
I stopped at the entrance counter, looking around and noting the guards and security cameras — just as I expected and knew would be here. The guard behind the counter looked up from his desk. “Yes? Can I help you, sir?”
Chief Elder Rubinku tumKeren, waist-long red hair braided and looped around his neck, stood by himself in the council chamber, his arms behind his back.
I know that’s overly cliched, but it was the absolute truth for both of us. I don’t recall, exactly, the very first time that I saw her. She was working at a local market as a cashier. The owner seemed to regularly rotate through pretty girls from the local school.
He sat there, staring at the page, stunned by what he saw, thinking, “But … he’s been my best friend since college. This … This can’t be right.”
It was going to be a typical late July day. Rather than spending the whole summer stuck in day camp, Mom and Dad had offered that I could stay most of it at my grandparents’ house.
It had been a long day for Adrian Bridges. He considered, yet again, why he’d decided to take up auditing as a career. Sure, he enjoyed the few times when he’d found that one of the his clients’ employees was messing up with the record-keeping, but he had yet to have one where he could confront someone who was obviously embezzling from their company.
