The Devil's Diaries

Debbie had wiry brown hair that could spring out of control at a moment’s notice.  She annually spent what Jonah reckoned to be hundreds ...

I wanted to suffer quietly and beautifully but suffering is noisy and deformed it spits on the sidewalk in front of innocent bystanders a...

Despair rose up in me like a flash flood, so quickly that it had almost drowned my heart when I heard a snuffling.  The dog who smelled ...

I remember the glasses now the dark plastic green with ridges in  the base the small slim crystal that held the dandelion I brought...

No one mentioned Debbie’s name at work.  “What happened?” Jonah would ask himself in the mirror each night, just after he brushed his te...

I met her at the cafe where I liked to read the paper in the morning.  At the time she struck me as nothing special—just another smiley ...

Erica calls me a couple of days after Thanksgiving.  We talk for a while about work and debts and boyfriends.  I thought I knew everythin...