The champagne had gone flat in Marcus Doyle's glass an hour before he stopped pretending to drink it.
I raised Maya from the time she was three years old, after a drunk driver crossed the center line on
Marcus Delaney sat at the head of his own dining room table watching his mother pour bourbon into a saucepan
The birthday dinner was my son's idea. He texted me a week beforehand: "Don'
Those pants showed up in our apartment on a Wednesday. My mother came home from work with a package wrapped
I do the books for a small property management outfit in Tulsa, Oklahoma — three duplexes, a strip mall
It started on a Thursday, a quarter past four in the afternoon. I'd scrubbed the kitchen down to
I've worked the front desk at the St. Mary's branch of First Coast Credit Union for nine years
The bucket clattered onto the concrete. A few hundred brass casings scattered across lane four.
The linoleum floor at St. Agnes Medical Center in Toledo, Ohio, smelled like bleach and burnt coffee