Reflections

Something’s wrong. A dull pain in my hip throbbed – the sharp edge of a rock was jabbing into me, but it was the thought that woke me up. Opening my eyes, I pushed myself into a seated position. Gravel crunched and cracked beneath me. The second I put weight on my right hand a jarring ache shot through my palm like electricity. Upon turning it over, I saw a large scrape on the pad of my...

The Book Man – Part 1

Joe Snopes swung the Bookmobile through the church parking lot, careful not to circle too close to the line of children and adults who waited impatiently on the sidewalk. Already, ten people stood holding last week's treasure's ready to trade them in for a new batch. Joe waited until he had passed them to pull a face. A few more years and he could retire. If he survived that long without...

Lights In The Wakes

The dirt path winds its way around the water. It is secluded and allowing me to watch the people in their houses going about their nighttime routines. Lights reflect off the lake with elegance.  The moon is larger than usual tonight, air sweet with the taste of flowers. I stop to look at a house, dreaming of a future of endless possibility. I wonder if the people can see me in the dark with...

Before The Sun Was Up

My mind felt clear as I ran. Feet clipping hard against the pavement and heart pounding in my chest, I felt peaceful, renewed. In the calm of the early morning, the only sound I paid attention to was the huff of my breathing and the splash of water underfoot. The air was bitter cold, pouring into my lungs like jagged ice - the only downside to going for a run before the sun was up. The path...

Intruder

Amy stepped off the forest trail, creeping into the shadows of the looming trees. Leaves and twigs crunched beneath the soles of her hiking boots, the sound mingling with the song of the birds high overhead. Carefully she clutched a shoebox, neither letting it tilt to the left nor the right, keeping the creature inside quiet and safe from harm. When she felt she had gone far enough, she crouched...

Justice For All

Justice For All M J Parker The storm came out of nowhere, rolling over the big rig like a colossal wave over a schooner.                         The rain pelted the windshield with the intensity of a hailstorm without the hard little pellets. Instead, the water created a mini river...