Little Beirut | Day Off #3
Fridays were exhausting. They were the busiest, most mentally-draining day of the week, and by the time Walter was done cleaning up in the kitchen, he was ready to go collapse back into his seat to watch the rest of the endless news cycle. ...
Little Beirut | Day Off #2
Walter hated the house, but he'd spent too much money on it and put too much work into it to want to sell it so soon. The simpler solution was to throw himself into work instead, and treat the place like an oversized closet for his clothes and...
Little Beirut | Day Off #1
**Note:** This is a longer piece that is being uploaded in short chunks. Each chapter averages about 10,000 words, which isn't a good size for web reading. So I'll be uploading daily, or close to daily for a while, while always staying...
Mt Tabor
Once she was settled, Will took the straw from her and snorted the other line, taking two deep breaths to try to get the powder as deep into his sinuses as he could. He shook his head as well, but with his ears being much smaller than Penny's, he...
Day Off
Will walked through the door from the garage, brushing pine needles and rain out of his dense fur before he could track it all over the floors. The house was quiet, aside from the red and white feral dog that came running up to greet him as he kicked...
Theobromine
I spent many years beneath the floorboards of 221 Baker Street, sharing rooms with my friend and colleague, Mister Basil of Baker Street. He was a mouse unlike any I had ever met previously, and am likely to ever know again. He was paradoxically tidy...
Arranged ch1
Packing was exhausting. Making sure accounts were closed and zeroed out everywhere was exhausting. Figuring out what he wanted to pack and what could be sold or thrown away was exhausting. Figuring out how to get what he'd be taking with him to the...