Fiction

I’m drinking coffee at the kitchen table and eating honey nut Cheerios with slices of banana. When I open the newspaper, I see the headline, “San Andreas Zoo Welcomes Two…

~ William ~ It usually means deer: the rustling sound behind the house, the crunch of dried leaves underfoot. The doe and her two fawns come stepping delicately down the…

“Why are you so late?” asks Salvador from the curb. A rhetorical question, my son well knows, one with a million reasons for it, one with no real answer at…