Close Encounters

She sank into the depths of her memories. The vague impressions of concerned faces and screaming machines drifted away. The smell of the sea tickled her nose and then she was submerged, weightless in a calm sea, with no idea why or how, and beyond caring. The heaviness, the unbearable weight, of living was gone. […]

Yeah Write, The Speakeasy #111: Guilt

“The guilt was too much to bear.” Even Laura’s suicide note was a cliché. Mom found Laura at the bottom of the swimming pool, her body weighted down with rocks in her pockets like she was fucking Virginia Woolf, and not just your average, everyday junkie. What, exactly, did Laura feel guilt about– the drugs,the lying, the […]

On The Water

  My life began with a funeral.  My 17-year-old mama, nine months pregnant, in a boat, out on the lake to scatter the ashes of my dead father (because Uncle Billy said he would’ve liked that,) had been feeling pains all day. She thought it was gas. Uncle Billy wished it was gas. A flooded […]

Sarah’s Dream

Sarah’s Dream

Sarah stood in the fog.  It smelled like strawberries.  A man sat on a park bench, reading a book.  Sarah walked slowly toward the bench, trying to make out the man’s face.  As she got closer, she recognized David, the annoying guy from the library.  She froze. He patted the bench and smiled.  Sarah sat […]


Anna stood in front of the full length mirror, twisting to get a look at her new bathing suit.  She smoothed her hands down her hips and exposed thighs, a smile on her face.  It was her first bathing suit since giving birth that didn’t have a skirt attached to it.  Months ago, when planning […]

Moonlight Sonata

The lightning flashed, illuminating her pale hands on the keyboard.  Eyes closed, she gently swayed back and forth as she played the Beethoven sonata.  The somber notes and the pounding rain on the roof a symphony of melancholy.  Then he was there, in the darkness, beside her on the piano bench.  He twirled a piece […]



“One out!”  The umpire cried as the pitcher got set to throw. “Strike one!” Sam shook his head.  Ump wouldn’t know a strike zone if it bit him in the ass.   “Good eye, Charlie!  Good eye!”  Sam yelled at his son, Charlie. Sam held his breath as the pitcher wound up. “Strike two!” Sam groaned. […]