Fiction

Landon Lupa could usually be found by the Abditory Casino bar. One hand neatly folded into the pocket of his jacket, the other cradling a glass of brandy. At first glance, this is a man of sophistication. But no.

Landon Lupa could usually be found by the Abditory Casino bar. One hand neatly folded into the pocket of his jacket, the other cradling a glass of brandy. At first glance, this is a man of sophistication. But no.

The TV is blaring,
a spotlight glaring,
what's the news everyone is sharing?

Another outbreak?
More heartache?
Or did someone just bake,
a new kind of cheesecake?

If the news is bad,
I'm going to be sad.

It was fall, with Halloween just days away. It was a bit chaotic in the house since my parents were helping my little brother make his own Halloween costume for this year. I wanted a break, so I decided to take a walk.

      Amara slid her flip-flops on and walked out to the deck. Walking her dog as usual on the beach was Char, the most beautiful girl in Amara's life.

Amanda looked over the railing on the bridge, and saw herself staring back. But no... this wasn't her, it was another girl... under the water... holding a pumpkin bucket, the kind kids have for halloween trick or treating. But no...

I place the marigolds on the altar and pick up my camera. I take a picture of the beautiful arrangement of fresh produce from the market and the rusted trumpet.

    

 

Little Billy was looking out the window when he saw his dog, Jake, run through the snow leaving small dog tracks behind him. He looked at what Jake was chasing and he saw a squirrel, it bouncing through the snow like a ball.

She worked so hard. Dawn until Dusk, she would sit at that desk. I looked into her closed eyes, and her skin was like leather, stretched over a skull. Her smile lines were worn as they weren't excersised much.

The apartment was full of warm light. It was nestled near the top of one of Manhattan's highest towers. The storm thrashed the floor to ceiling windows with harmless theatrics.