Fiction

The celestial bar was busy when Gabriel arrived. Puriel and Dokiel were slumped at the corner table, weary heads resting on their palms, sipping their drinks and not saying much. Raziel was at the end of the bar, shuffling papers in and out of his black briefcase, glancing around every time the golden locks clicked…

The basement in our little house served the functions of an attic and a storage space for beer cartons. “I’ll be so glad to have this cleaned up,” my mother said, digging her nail underneath the pull tab of a Coors Light. A pop, a hiss, and immediately after, a long, needy guzzling. “Oh, Sam,…

She’d developed a stubborn habit of forgetting at least one of those three vital accessories which a person ought never leave the house without – her phone, her purse, her keys. She had always been absent-minded, but this went beyond absent-mindedness: it was too regular to be absent-mindedness. It was as though she scheduled these…