September 8, 2017

I squinted my eyes. It was the middle of the day and it was bright and dry. My hands were sweaty; they are always sweaty. It was quiet and all I could hear was the wind rustling the leaves of the trees. I slowed my breathing and swallowed. My throat was dry and swallowing only seemed to make it wors...

August 26, 2017

Blane had lived in Maryland just about his entire life. Except for a brief stint traveling in the navy he had live primarily in the Dundalk area. His parents had lived here and he always wanted to be close to them. Since he had never married, what little family he had was very important to him. Blan...

July 28, 2017

Whenever I tell people that my father went to Mount Saint Joe Catholic high school they always seem surprised. I’m not sure if this is because they know me or my father.

“Most of those guys are probably in jail by now,” my dad said as he pushed his plate away, finishing his omelet. "Yeah we used to r...

July 14, 2017

It’s 12:30am December 20th.

A flash of light catches my eye as I drive down King George street. A woman is in the street frantically waving a flashlight. I hesitate for a moment. My building is yards away. I’m almost home. Do I stop?

I apply the brake before I have time to answer the question for myse...

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