Three Line Tales - A short story told in three sentences.
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The Permanence of Memory WE WEREN'T DONE yet. There was still the matter of Naia Khan. Naia was on the run. Chicago police picked her up at O'Hare airport, where she was about to board a British Airways flight to London. She was running. Interesting. In my experience, innocent people don't run. I went to … Continue reading We Are All Stardust: Part 8
A Dish Served Cold FATIMA'S BODY WAS found at 4:28 pm. She had been stuffed into a trunk and buried less than two feet under the patio. It was a nice trunk. Probably a little too nice. It was so nice that it kept out water and air. This meant Fatima's body hadn't decomposed the way … Continue reading We Are All Stardust: Part 7
Jealousy is the Disease of the Soul THE NEXT MORNING I scoured the bathroom for any signs of Fatima's murder. Not that I thought there would be. Three years and another family between then and now meant the bathroom's been cleaned a time or two. Still, you never know. Little things can get overlooked. I … Continue reading We Are All Stardust: Part 6
L'amor che move 'l sole e l'altre THAT NIGHT I picked up some pizza on the way home. Good thing I did, too, because there was no dinner. I came home to find Gwen wandering through the house, chanting, and waving a bunch of incense around. "Gwenny? Baby? Whatcha doing?" I sat the pizza down and … Continue reading We Are All Stardust: Part 5
Gone Girl I STOPPED BY Starbucks on the way back to the office, my mind on Ezekiel and our conversation. Nearly three years, and he was still hung up on her? That must have been some love. Not that I didn’t understand. If Gwen ever left me, I’d lose it, too. As I pulled out … Continue reading We Are All Stardust: Part 4
Diaries of Lost Loves I CAUGHT UP with Ezekiel Erikson in the student commons. He was a good looking black kid sitting alone in a corner booth, his head buried in a book. When I got closer, I could see the title. C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain. “Are you Ezekiel Erikson?” I asked, even though … Continue reading We Are All Stardust: Part 3
It's Haunted. Of Course, It's Haunted. NINETY DAYS LATER, Gwen and I moved into our brand new home. On the one hand, it was great to finally have a place where I didn't have to share a wall with strangers, or worry about someone parking in my spot when I got home from work. On … Continue reading We Are All Stardust : Part 2