Killing Him Softly

“Hello?” “Alicia.” Damn. It was Amanda, from Accounts Receivable. “You’re late.” That woman made me more nervous than a basket of bunnies. I tried to put a smile in my voice. “What’s the penalty this time, Amanda?” “You’ll have to ask the Man in the Penthouse. Any time debt exceeds our consultants‘ estimate of your Read More …

Jellybeans

“Marva?” At the sound of Dorothy calling my name, my daydream burst like a soap bubble. “Yes?” “The look on your face!” exclaimed Dorothy. “Thought you’d gotten hold of one of those earwax-flavored jellybeans my nephew brought over here on April Fool’s Day! What was that – licorice?” I’m no fan of licorice – I’m Read More …

Auntie Nim

Auntie Nim was a delightfully infuriating bundle of internal contradictions. Industriously lazy and deeply introverted, she invented the most entertainingly involved excuses for staying home with a good book, doing nothing of note. Her cloudy scowl was seldom a harbinger of rain, let alone thunder; just beneath the surface of her stormy external demeanor, Auntie Nim Read More …

Glow

“It’s remarkable,” said Anne, turning the glass float over in her hand. Holding it up in front of her nose, Anne squinted at the textured glass. Unlike most of the Japanese fishing floats she’d seen, this one was made of a wavy, ruby-red glass that was nearly opaque. It contained a tiny swirl of phosphorescence that Read More …