I have always liked Tom Waits’ song, Martha. I wonder if it is autobiographical by Tom, or just fantasy. Here is my fantasy version of the backstory to Martha. I sat looking at the phone. It was one of the … Continue reading
“Pfeeeeet…pfeeeeet.” The Factory whistle blows. “Two,” he thought. “Time to get a move on.” He tossed off the covers, petted the dog’s head, made sure Sally was still covered by the blanket, padded barefoot to the bathroom and closed the … Continue reading
I cut the lights a block before I arrived at her house. I hate this part. It was almost 2 AM and like my father always said, “Nothing good ever happens between midnight and four in the morning.” I quietly … Continue reading
Delta Dawn She shuffled past a bevy of women standing outside the general store, their murmuring mouths hidden by folding fans. They watched her small, soft steps, and downcast eyes as she passed by. “Poor Dawn,” one would say quietly. … Continue reading
