Short Story: Of Flowers

Of Flowers    The room smelled of flowers. Haralson was altogether disgusted by the sweet smell wafting from the rosebush just outside O’connor’s bar. He didn’t want to be there. The scent of rose was overpowering and it distorted the taste of his IPA. There was also the problem of the bar’s patrons. Mobsters, loan… Continue reading Short Story: Of Flowers

What Ails Us

The interviewer was already tired. His host’s ceiling fan spun too fast for its supports and seemed ready to detach from the screws. The dining room was large and connected to a larger kitchen with black marble countertops. He and the interviewee, a red-headed woman, sat on opposite sides of a barn wood dining table.… Continue reading What Ails Us

The Outsider

Even the sweet peppermint and frothy eggnog of winter couldn’t wash away Derek’s bitter fall. It was disappointing the moment it started with a massive snowstorm. Derek despised snow; the way it impeded everyone’s life reminded him of nature’s cold indifference.  Derek took a walk around the block of his apartment building. He was smiling… Continue reading The Outsider

Mother’s Rain

The moon rose and projected a still darkness over Gardena City. Only insomniacs, teenagers, sinners and the grief-stricken were awake to listen to the minor key melodies the shadows played. The High-wizard’s apprentice Carlos Rodriguez was the former; after every anniversary of his mom’s death, his eyes would retreat further into inner-darkness. Each year Carlos… Continue reading Mother’s Rain

Radiance

George was always diligent in expelling extraneous effects from his office desk. He assigned every document a one-up serialization code the instant their cellulose contacted the table. Before closing the work away in one of the many gunmetal filing cabinets, he would place it in a folder with a color that indicated its urgency —… Continue reading Radiance