From short fiction

Black, White, Grey

In his wallet he carries business cards, coal black with no text, no nothing, on either side. Thick stock, perfume …

Prisoner Prose

Diary Entry #13 / 11 May 2016: Wall Street Trades Futures

A jumble of buildings squatted some distance away, dark …

Calle La Rueda

Over many years, the cobblestone streets had given way to the congested asphalt of the greater part of Quito. From …

Connecting

With a three-hour layover he hadn’t minded the delay. Waiting onboard Flight 1791A from Chicago before disembarking, out on the …

Scratchers

An art gallery opened across the street from your apartment this week. At first, you were excited. You love art. …