In his old age as Bishop of Kition on the island of Cyprus, Lazarus recalls how Jesus raised him from the dead and reflects on the life he has lived since.
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Flash Fiction: Nothing to Kill or Die For
A young girl meets a masked boy at a political rally in Manhattan and agrees to go home with him to hang out, only to be surprised that he lives in a luxurious apartment overlooking Central Park (Title comes from a line in Lennon's song "Imagine." This is part of the first chapter of an in-progress YA novel).
Read More »Flash Fiction: ‘I Won’t Be Found’
I swore love found me indefinitely. His voice felt pure. It was clear and shrill as a storm in the middle of the night with the rumbling of thunder deeper than any bass in the world.
Read More »Flash Fiction: Fall on Your Knees
Herod recruited him personally, and he knew the rewards would be great if he brought back this Jewish child the three kings from the east were claiming would be the Messiah.
Read More »Flash Fiction: Waiting for Dad to Come Home on Thanksgiving
On Thanksgiving Day 1969, a young boy becomes increasingly worried when his father, a New York City detective, is late for the big family dinner.
Read More »Flash Fiction: The Readers
They would sit outside during the summer months on their covered porch, each one of them reading a book for hours at a time.
Read More »Flash Fiction: Venus Goes to Mars
A retired astronaut promises his dying wife to deposit her ashes on Mars.
Read More »Flash Fiction: ‘The Five Stages’
Why did Daniel insist on coming down here today? She wasn’t ready. They hadn’t set foot in the place in months. She wasn’t interested…in anything. Sheila shook her bangs out of her eyes and pushed open the oversized, wooden door. It creaked a little, stiff from disuse. She reached for …
Read More »Expatriates on Fourth of July in Paris
Expatriate Americans in Paris celebrate Independence Day their way. This is an excerpt from my novel in progress, 'Garden of Ghosts.'
Read More »Flash Fiction – Three Olives
I look at the drink, the olives staring up at me like three miniature eyeballs.
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