Tag: short story
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Can I get a lift?
Nathanial had a plan. He told me so as I rode in the back of his Ford Fusion, nearing the end of a long day of travel. I’d been on two delayed planes, a short tram, a packed bus to the pickup lot at LAX, and finally jumped in a Lyft back to my house.…
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Pens with Powell
It’s a practice that begin in 9th or 10th grade. After seeing the old notebooks of my dad, in his neat, printed handwriting. That very day, I ditched my mechanical pencils and my sloppy, middle school handwriting. It took some getting used to. with lots of accidental lowercase letters and flipping my pen around to…
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Coffee trip (short?)
Every Sunday for the past several months, my sister Theresa has driven an hour and a half to the café she used to work at in Madison, WI, and works the day – in what would normally be the job for three separate baristas. It’s a sweet little coffee shop, connected to a bicycle company…
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The Pirate’s Spill (short story)
“No, I don’t think they did it on purpose… it’s just a bummer, that’s all -” he said, speeding down the sidewalk. One hand on the handle, the other gripping the clunky little phone to his ear. “I just thought the plank-walk was going to be a full team event, but I was on a…
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The Morning Crew (short story)
The engine cut out with a chug and a whine as Patrick twisted the key – tricky to keep a firm grip as he pulled it from the ignition. He did not like the way his hands had cracked.Slipping the key into the red pack clipped around his waist, he looked up across the parking…