I'm Not Sorry
I’m not sorry. Even as they kicked in the door, lights slicing through the darkness like my knife through their flesh, searing away my...
Caregiver Part Two
The next morning I woke to the sound of something heavy hitting the floor, and my first thought was that Maria had fallen from her bed....
The Island of Poveglia, Part Four
Turning to the noise, he quickly swung his blade up to block the downward strike of a rusted scimitar. With a shriek of steel upon steel...
Birthday Boy
Hugging my knees tight against my chest, I pick up a small rock and toss it into the pond. Watching the ripples is relaxing. I like...
Caregiver Part One
My Mom inherited a fortune when my father died, some two million dollars along with a large estate out in West Texas. She lived there on...