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Steve stepped back from the canvas, eyebrows furrowed as he examined his most recent markings. Bright strokes of chalk were layered over delicate lines of paint. An odd combination for an odd man, but the contrast in textures had always struck him in ways that other mediums hadn’t. He glanced up at the clock before … Continue reading Short Story. The Individualist. (Enneagram 4)
Pam ripped the hospital band off her wrist, tossing it to ground as she walked through the lobby of her apartment. “I’ll take care of that, Miss Ricks,” the young bellhop said, rushing to pick up her trash. “Thank you, Eli,” Pam said, not bothering to look back as she waited for the elevator. That … Continue reading Short Story. The Achiever (Enneagram 3)
“Okay,” Debra muttered. “Okay, okay, you got this. Just smile.” Her face looked back at her, unsmiling in her locker mirror. “Smile, dang it.” And with a deep exhale, she listened, smiling into the mirror. She wore her best scrubs, blue to bring out her eyes. “Yeah, that’s about as good as it’s going to … Continue reading Short Story. The Helper. (Enneagram 2)
Beth fought to keep the tears at bay as she examined her trembling fingers. With a calming breath, she slammed her hands against the piano, forcing them back under control. Her eyes were dry. The dead ends of her hair disheveled. Her body pleaded for sleep, but she would not acquiesce. Beth looked around the … Continue reading Short Story: The Reformer (Enneagram 1)
“You’re acting weird,” I said, using my long cane to guide me down the boardwalk. The coast was quiet, the smell of sea salt and sand washing over me. “Am not,” Maggie said, touching my arm to let me know she was beside me. “I just wanted to swim.” “I barely had time to leave … Continue reading Short Story: Maggie
I met my wife on this bench. I was daydreaming, watching ducks float in the lake when I first saw her. She was running along the bike path, her face full of determination. I expected her to run right past, but she stopped right in front of me instead, kneeling to re-tie her shoes. She … Continue reading Short Story: The Bench
Allie knelt beside Miguel’s body, her hand wavering over his head. His eyes rolled around unfocused as if unaware of his surroundings, only to connect with hers for the briefest of moments. He was alive in there somewhere, changed forever. And yet he was responsible for Draco’s death. Allie’s hand shook over his head as … Continue reading Allie. Chapter 46. Catharsis.
