First Day of Practice

The whole parking lot of the Glenview Community Center in Orange Mound is lined with campaign signs as my brother Darius rolls my wheelchair to the passenger door. “This shit sounds stupid,” I say. Darius raises an eyebrow as I pull myself into the chair. “I don’t know man, might be cool.” The physical therapistContinue reading “First Day of Practice”

Never Go to Bed Angry

I wrote this for the NYC Midnight flash fiction challenge the same weekend I was finishing “Haunted Mansions Are Never Wheelchair Accessible.” I almost gave up on this story because I wasn’t feeling the prompts (ghost story / walking trail / contact solution) and because of the Crippling Self-Doubt Monster, the terrifying, real-life antagonist inContinue reading “Never Go to Bed Angry”

The Stories Lost in Flame

A score of people wandered the smoldering ruins, treaded carefully over scorched and splintered wood, searched for any words that remained. They wore their brown robes hiked up short over their ankles, their feet shod with sturdy-soled boots instead of sandals. They wore their faces long and solemn. The apprentice stooped amidst a pile ofContinue reading “The Stories Lost in Flame”