Adagio, Part 3. (The End)

Reluctantly, Astrid sat back down.  “Fine,” Marcus murmured, sitting down as well. When the door closed behind her, Astrid released a long, audible breath. “Does this mean we can be bought?” she asked.  “No. It means we deserve to be compensated for this insanity.” “Insanity is correct. This is, by far, the most absurd thing I’ve …

Adagio, Part 2.

In walked an eclectically dressed woman—she wore an orange and black polka dot pantsuit with a pair of white Adidas and glasses with frames that matched her suit—bearing a binder and a bright smile. “Sorry to keep you waiting for so long, friends,” she said. “I’m Grace Carlisle.” She shook their hands enthusiastically before taking …

Adagio, Part 1.

Hey, y'all. Happy April. I come to you with short fiction. Yes, quite happy to report that I've been writing a lot lately (if you follow me on Le Gram, you'll see quite a bit of poetry. Here, we deal expressly in fiction). This story was actually inspired by a writing prompt one of my …

In Plain Sight

“Gin and tonic, please,” he said to the waiter. “My, how tame we’ve become in our old age.” He smiled and turned around. She stood before him, grinning and still looking very much like the 21 year-old girl that had crossed the threshold of the gray building on Fairfax Street so many years ago. But …

Wednesday Writers’ Spotlight: L. Taylor

Because this blog, first and foremost, is about writing. Every Wednesday, I'll spotlight a fellow writer and bring you his or her thoughts about this writing crafts of ours by way of a brief interview. First up is Ms. L. Taylor, a wonderful friend of mine and an equally amazing writer. I'm not just saying that; one of her short stories recently …