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Violet Shaw’s high heeled boots made a satisfying click with very step down the alleyway. Click, click, click as she made her way to the entrance of The Hourglass Nightclub. She was dressed to impress, with leather boots that stopped mid calf, a short black skirt and a royal blue halter that showed off her best assets. She needed to get in without her i.d. being checked. She approached the bouncer with a smile. “Hey, how’s it going?” He snuffed and looked her over in response. His muscles bul...

PART ONE It was a ringing sound, sharp and resonating, that awoke Carol from sleep. What the…? Carol’s arm stretched out from beneath her warm cocoon of blankets and searched for the phone, found it, and dragged it beneath the covers to her ear. “This had better be good.” A mechanized voice came onto the line. “You have a collect call from Douglas County Jail, press one if you would like to accept…” Carol hung up. It had to be a wrong number. She threw the blankets from her head and squinted ...

My mother died on a Tuesday. I answered the phone in the kitchen, while mixing up pancake batter. It rang and I stirred, answered it with annoyance. It was my sister. She told me about my mother while I opened the refrigerator, and all I could say was “I’m out of butter.” Out of butter, damn it, and pancakes gone to waste! These were my thoughts as I hung up the phone without any further conversation. I just put on my shoes and went to the corner store, and found the butter in sticks and not ...

Marissa kept the pistol pushed into her sister’s back as they left the apartment and climbed into a navy blue SUV. Marissa drove onto the main road in the direction of the interstate. She hadn’t spoken a word since they had left, but Elaine was fidgeting uncomfortably beside her. “Why are you doing this?” Elaine asked, pushing a strand of her dark hair out of her face. “Doing what?” “Well, that’s a good question, too.” Marissa contemplated for a moment, and then spoke carefully. “Lucas seemed...

There is nothing quite like a cool, clean, crisp sheet of paper with nothing on it. It sits blank and empty like a well of unused potential, and I know all I have to do is put my black ballpoint to that paper and write, write, write and the words fill the page with all the emotions a human is capable of feeling. And the words will be read and my message will be heard and the immense satisfaction will resound through my body like a church bell on Sunday morning. I see all of that and more, al...