Wednesday Slice of Life: The Late Delivery

Dan, a struggling freelance writer, lived in a small house with a mail drop—letters and magazines fell onto his floor six days per week. The sound of the metal flap clanging followed by the soft thud on the wood floor would send his heart racing. He’d walk to the pile, praying for acceptance letters.                Continue reading “Wednesday Slice of Life: The Late Delivery”

Friday Fast Fiction: The Night Shift

  Celeste, eyes closed, pressed the telephone receiver tightly to her ear. Her mind drifted with thoughts of a man she’d met three days ago at a coffee shop. He made her smile and when he said he worked nights but would call her soon, she replied, “Sure you will,” hoping, of course, that heContinue reading “Friday Fast Fiction: The Night Shift”