A Bear in Wolves Clothing...

There are 285 mason Jars in Sandra Billings basement. Three weeks ago, 150 of them were filled with red raspberry preserves, 60 with Strawberry Jam, 40 with homemade applesauce and the remaining 35 were awaiting their contents at about the same time Sandra was attacked in her garden by a group of rather ravenous corpses.

Billy blundered into the scene two days later. Billy is a rather fat kid. It's sad to say but it's true. Morbidly obese doesn't cut it and quite frankly, pleasantly plump is be… Continue

I always looked for signs of intelligence in my own children that I felt were overlooked by conventional tests. I worked an overnight shift, and I used to come home around 7am. If I worked the weekend, Saturday and Sunday morning Heidi, the youngest, would be up watching cartoons. When she was really young she would watch the news because she didn't know how to change the channel, God that was cute. Saturday and Sunday mornings she was bright eyed and bushy tailed. Monday mornings you'd need a c… Continue

There are three spots of black ink on my left index finger above the third knuckle. For some reason I cannot fathom, this concerns me far more than the fact that I have not observed any personal hygiene regimen for over a month. Each time I wake, I feel as though some large animal has shit in my mouth and I chew salted meat in the hope it will take away the taste. I dare not look in a mirror.

The three spots of black ink on my left index finger above the third knuckle keep me awake. The grime o… Continue

The Sky is bright and full of sunlight but scattered with clouds so deep and angry that their bottoms are dark and purple. They move with customary grace and uncustomary speed as the people below them light their barbecue grills and children ride their bicycles beyond range of their parent’s protective gaze. Octogenarians go for Sunday drives in paid off Cadillacs and smiling businessmen in polo shirts and cargo shorts enjoy golfing on “members only” fairways.
Above them, the sun stretches it’s… Continue

He doesn't remember drinking but he feels drunk. His vision is swimming and his face feels hot, so hot that he reaches towards his neck to loosen the tie that he took off 20 minutes ago and is gathering dust on his office floor...but he doesn't remember that. He remembers little of anything and now he is lost in the city with little hope of finding his way out.

Out of some strange desire he turns left at the next intersection but his vision blurs so that he can't read the street sign making him… Continue