Stories tagged “Tom”
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Sinking
The night of our big day finally came. Tom bought a bottle of fine champaign. We made a toast to good friends, and great ideas. We shared our last laughs, and our final excitement. Then, it was off to the beach. We drove an hour to get to the shore of ...
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Taking a Chance
“Yeah, Jon called to say he was sendin’ somebody needin’ a ride.” “That’s right,” Tom replied with a nod. The dealer behind the counter looked the lanky kid Over. “Now, I know Big Jon, & I know who he...
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My Brother's Eater
I had just eaten my big brother Tom. I felt a little guilty about that. I loved my brother, and he’d always tried to look out for me. But there wasn’t anyone else around, and I needed to eat somebody. Gretchen had shown me how. She did some...
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Cat on the Case
I poured another drink to steady my paw as I looked out over the city. Ah, the city, she’s like an old house: as full of character as she is cracks and holes for hiding lowlife scum. And me, well I was just another fool Tom who thinks he can make...
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The Letter
I think we should see other people. Melinda sat by the fireplace on a chilly December evening, reading the last sentence of that letter over and over again. It still brought the same stabbing feeling to her heart and the same sinking feeling to her sto...
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The Escape
Melinda finally managed to get up off the floor of the living room and make her way to the kitchen, her eyes still puffy from crying. She sat at the kitchen table, staring out the window into the snowy darkness of the December night, falling deeper and...
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Commence Operation BB
Disaster struck on Highway 80, through the hot flat part part of northern Nevada. The air conditioner on the bus marked ‘Summer School USA’ started to wheeze, choked twice and died. All thirty-three of the kids felt the summer heat start to...
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Semi-Conversations and Full Fledged Fear
Face smeared with grease and mouth full, Tom turns to see the saloon doors swing open. A shadow of a man enters the establishment. He fills the place. He is no more than a wisp. There is nothing to his visage, and within one can read the whole of human...