Lucille has that tone that she gets when she's annoyed and she's doing that thing where she punctuates every few sentences with that hanging space before offering an almost silent sigh of exasperation. "Well," she begins saying - like she always does when she's annoyed - "we need it done sooner rather than later." I … Continue reading Memorandum
Short Story
Run
I don't know why they run. Speeding along with a cascade of flashing lights behind them like a pack of lions running behind the lagging wildebeest in the herd. I know some part of them knows this can't end well. It's like running from cancer or trying to outpace Alzheimer's. I call it lottery logic. … Continue reading Run
Desperation
When Christina Martin was found, she was in the bed of an old pickup truck that was owned by one Franklin Torrence who was the gardener for Edward Jacobson. Edward was in the driver's seat, and when Franklin Torrence was questioned, he said, "Mr. Jacobson said he needed my truck. I just assumed he didn't … Continue reading Desperation
Kind
Nice. Maybe even kind. I read an article recently that talked about how they're not necessarily the same. "Don't be nice at your job. Be kind." They said that nice people have a tendency to be nice because they want something in return or, at the very least, they want people to be nice to … Continue reading Kind
Abandon
I let my fingers trace her cheek and glide down her neck which always makes me think of a soft, snow-covered hill the way it dips down and away into her shoulder. Her dark brown hair is in disarray this early in the morning and her other cheek wears little lines from where she was … Continue reading Abandon
Crocodiles
The way he's leaving wouldn't say much to someone just casually walking by. After all, it's so casual, so calm, so commonplace. People are passing by on foot and by car and if any number of those people were suddenly pulled to the side and shown the man's picture, they'd probably just shrug and say, … Continue reading Crocodiles
Adam
When we pull up to the restaurant, it's a long, slow deceleration and I'm flanked by other vehicles so far in all directions that I'm not even sure where the beginning and the ending is. Even to the side of me are other vehicles - solid black, windows tinted, bulletproof. Someone opens the door next … Continue reading Adam
Sugar
It seems like a fitting enough place, all things considered - even if no one knows it and no one knows why. Here where the air is rich with the scent of steam which shouldn't even be a scent at all and the various fragrances of food and drinks being made, consumed, and discarded mingle … Continue reading Sugar
Symptoms
I'm sitting here with one leg crossed over the other, a steno pad on my lap where a pen is moving in a way that would certainly imply I'm writing something down. Thomas is talking about how he couldn't buy something that was on the counter at a convenience store. See, he didn't know it … Continue reading Symptoms
Demolitionist
I'm sitting in a coffee shop, and I'm dressed as a wrecking ball. I didn't plan to be but that's how things play out sometimes. You wouldn't be able to tell - no one would. All you would see is a pair of jeans and a business casual shirt on shirt ensemble with the top … Continue reading Demolitionist
A. P. Christopher 