Christmas All The Time

Good For PR “What’s your fault? Slipstream seems alright.” Jeb glanced at Paul as he worked on his piece. Paul’s eyebrows furrowed as he folded the knife and handed it over. “No thanks to me.” “I remember the day you … Continue readingGood For PR

He’s Going To Be Wearing Orange For Christmas “Tom, you’ve got to be kidding.” Earl said. The Chief looked through the two-way glass into the interrogation room where Ryan was cuffed to the desk. “No, I’m serious as a heart … Continue readingHe’s Going To Be Wearing Orange For Christmas

Backstabber “Sarah, honey. Look who it is.” Meghan rubbed Sarah’s shoulders. “Backstabber.” She muttered. Tears flowed. “But she rushed back from Empire City just to see you. Would she do that if she didn’t like you?” Carol pulled a chair … Continue readingBackstabber

Plain Ol’ Me. Hope That’s Okay. Mary Christmas waited by the elevators. The door slid open. Phillipe held it for Carol. “Are ye feelin’ better, Carol darlin’?” “Sort of. I’m not hiccuping holograms anymore, but I’m so worried about Sarah.” … Continue readingPlain Ol’ Me. Hope That’s Okay.

The Right Frame Of Mind Jeb twisted the dimmer switch dial to bring the electric lamps and candles in his workshop to a warm glow. “Isn’t this kind of dark for fine work?” Paul followed him into the workshop. “I … Continue readingThe Right Frame Of Mind

Please Come Inside Sarah pulled into her driveway and turned off the car. She released the seatbelt buckle, but she didn’t get out. “What’s the point?” She sunk down in her seat and cried herself to sleep. “It’s not my … Continue readingPlease Come Inside

Hamster Wheel Paul stepped into the bakery and unraveled the scarf he’d wrapped around his mouth and throat. Aundrea was sliding a tray of blueberry muffins into the display case. “You look cold, Paul. Have one of these while they’re … Continue readingHamster Wheel

Everybody Carries Their Pain Differently Maggie looked up from the papers she was reading. “Hey, kid.” “My name is Sarah.” She loomed in the doorway. “Have you heard from Carol? We tried to get in touch with her but her … Continue readingEverybody Carries Their Pain Differently

They Aren’t Kidding About Redheads “So, should I call Jeb for a ride?” Paul looked around the new Christmas village. She turned sharply. “I can drop you off.” “It’s so far out of your way.” He shrugged. “Maybe drop me … Continue readingThey Aren’t Kidding About Redheads

He’s The One Trilby was pushing a cart of books through the aisles of the university library with Marta by her side. “Well, how did it go?” “It was fine until he flipped out on Sarah.” Marta pushed her glasses … Continue readingHe’s The One