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Windswept

Please enjoy “Windswept,” an early short story of mine that I’ve made available here in its entirety. This piece was originally published in Nib Magazine (now defunct).

A sharp jolt of pain shot from his pinned arm and froze him at the top of a lingering breath, where a flash of his son’s smile, his wife’s face, and the color of the girl’s touch were waiting like a mirage; but they were loath to stay and quickly turned to black as the pain eased its grip on Ernie’s nerves, allowing a final bounty of oxygen to leave his lungs and dissipate into the night air like a quick puff from a cigarette.

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Short fiction published in pacificREVIEW

A short story of mine, “East to Asheville and the Hut on Chicken Legs,” was recently published in the 2014, print issue of pacificREVIEW. If you care to read it, click the link below and get yourself a copy.

Strangely Ever After

A special shout to Jacquelyn Phillips for working with me to bring the best out of this piece.

P.S. Stay tuned to some upcoming publications, including short fiction in Timber Journal and the June issue of Lunch Ticket.

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Pedestal

I saw my new neighbor today. The flat next to mine’s been vacant a while, so I’m sure that this new boy has taken it. I’ve never seen him in the building before. He’s flawless and I must meet him. I’ll certainly introduce myself next time.

He cooks. I heard the sound of pans clanking through the open window which, like me, he keeps open year-round; I heard the threefold tap of a wooden spatula against a pan; and I heard the faint crack of an egg followed closely by the sizzle of its whites on a non-stick cooking surface. Breakfast smelled good. When it was finished I heard water steaming as my new neighbor immediately scrubbed the dishes.

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Window Robbery

It must be so easy for the tenant of this street-side apartment to take in the fruits of his second story window. In such a bustling part of town, these three adjacent windows collaborate for a fine view to all the prosaic that the pavement has to offer. He probably opens them all on the weekends, inhales deeply, exhales emphatically, and then marvels at this wondrous city. What a wondrous city! Full of smiles and good people! Full of good vibes! Hack hack, wheeze wheeze. He begins to cough.

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