The Mind’s Eye Kathy turned the eye of the stove on, its blood red coil searing the events of the evening into her mind, dulling her disturbed emotions. Hands shaking, she poured the peeled tomatoes into a saucepan, and added the dried noodles. These are Teddy’s favorites, Kathy thought glancing into the living room as… Continue reading

“You ripped my scab you shithead.” Lonnie held his arm up to my face, “I ought to make you eat it Harmon.” “You did it L-Lonnie.” I said. “You di- did it trying to take my lunch box.” My voice hitching as I barely held back the tears. “Only a queer would have a Scooby-Do… Continue reading

Michael jumped at the knock on the door; almost knocking the paint can off the stepladder. “Coming.” Michael said as he wiped a little paint residue off his hands. “Are you Mister Michael Parks?” The policeman said. “Yes, I’m Michael Parks, my dad was the mister part though.” Michael said. smiling as he opened the… Continue reading