Skipp pulled the black necktie with grey smiley faces through the space held open with two fingers. The double Windsor knot complimented the ash-white button-down collar shirt and black pants with fitted cuffs. He looked at himself in his full-length bedroom mirror. “Grey or black Stacy Adams?” The question cut through the quiet bedroom bouncing off no one.‘The grey oxfords look…
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The Dreamers Door
“No!” Madeleine, with eyes closed, screamed. She sat up in bed. Sweat beaded down her forehead. In the nightmare, she had refused to open the door. “It’s okay honey, I’m here.” Jack gently shook his wife until she looked at him.“I’m here,” he repeated bringing her back to reality. This was the third night his wife had the dream of…
Dark Market
He tried to hold back a sneeze in the living room. Light from double sash six over six windows revealed airborne dust particles from a 70ish-style popcorn ceiling. “It’s time for a new computer,” Oliver told his friend, nose itching. A sneeze came, adding more particulate to the stale room. “This thing is over twenty years old. I’m surprised it…
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