Marian walked out during dinner. We’d been eating quietly, a rare thing in our house, when she’d asked to borrow the car to go to a party later in the week. Mom said no. Marian was already grounded for sneaking out and coming home smelling like booze. The quiet was gone. Marian was shouting, so... Continue Reading →


I was over the moon when I got my job. The local market for medical assistants had become saturated since the community college started an accelerated program that churned us out like an assembly line and landing an interview, much less employment, seemed like a miracle. I'd heeded every warning that the program head had... Continue Reading →


I used to run a vlog/comedy channel on YouTube, GoodEeveening. I say used to because I shut it down recently. The whole thing, three years of content, gone with a single click of a button. I didn’t even say goodbye to any of my 248,000 followers. I didn’t feel safe anymore. I still don’t. I... Continue Reading →

The Best Night Of His Life

Granting final requests is a kindness that my company specializes in. While we offer our services to anyone in need of them, our primary clientele is the elderly. Oftentimes their desires are simple: Sit with me, listen to me, remind me that I’m worthwhile. Remind me that I’m still human. It’s a heartbreaking line of... Continue Reading →

Be Kind, Please Rewind

BY: MARCUS DAMANDA & S.H. Cooper “No, that’s a mistake. I don’t owe you shit.” It was a rough morning at the return counter.  Summoning patience, I said to him, “It was due last night.”  “I got here first thing—no one’s had a chance to rent the stupid video yet—and you’re charging me a late... Continue Reading →

Don’t Stop

If you’re not from around here, you probably won’t believe me. Most don’t. I try to warn them just the same, but touristy types always seem to think they know better than the locals. Even after they learn about Tank Hawburn, whose car was found in the ditch about fifty years back. His blood was... Continue Reading →

Silent Witness

Cassandra’s case came to me in a discreet, padded envelope delivered right to my door. I'd been expecting it for days after I got a call from Detective Smitty requesting my transcription services. A brief note had been included, telling me that Smitty, a ten year old girl, and her court appointed caregiver were present,... Continue Reading →

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