“These people need this technology,” Peter said firmly. He shoved his long arms through his navy jacket and gripped his car keys in his right hand. The disc was in his jacket pocket—he’d copied the program months ago. Did Mark know that Peter had it all this time? “This could help thousands. Millions.”
“You can’t [...]
God, I hate this.
I unzipped my suitcase and let the cover hang onto the bed. It smelled stuffy like old, dusty air and a bit like cigarettes. I bought this suitcase set—seven pieces for the low price of $79.95—when I went to Toronto. My first passport stamp. A rite of passage.
I threw things [...]
The professor enjoyed his coffee black, hot out of the street vendor’s percolator, and bitter. Every morning, he sat with his paper, watching the students pass hurrying off to class in every direction, never minding his quiet presence. Every afternoon he took his lunch while reading great literature, a paper-wrapped sandwich in one hand, [...]
Winner of the Wesley Ryals Award for Fiction 2006
The bedroom was dark and cool in the morning. The floor was cooler than the air, and I felt little particles of dirt stick to my feet as I crossed the room to silence the shrieking oval projecting red numbers into the [...]
If I close my eyes right now, I fade into some dark corner of a basement restaurant. A dimly lit stage is across the room, and Ella Fitzgerald is reincarnated on it. Janis Joplin is warming up to come on next, and the members of Yellowcard are patiently waiting their turn. With my head resting [...]
