Category: Short Stories

I met a kid named Vic in sixth grade at an experimental school in 1973 for Geniuses. I had asked him to sign my yearbook. Rusty had signed my yearbook… to a kid who wants no one to know how intelligent he is.

The hotel smelled stale, of its forty years. I had the door open, and I was in the parking lot off the strip. I could hear the surf behind the hotel. The ice machine. The air conditioners. The Shag carpeting curled around the bed posts. The white towels from the surf on the bed. I…

-I was a child, and she was a child in our Kingdom by the Sea- There was a man named Eric as he came down the hall of St. Patrick’s. I sat on the bench at the Piano. The Priest knew me from nights he would let me in to sleep in the Church, many…