Robert Quick

Dinner was terse.

Another Tuesday night, another dinner hosted by my parents. Generally, I looked f…

Her laughter broke the silence.

The toughs behind her joined in with cruel chuckles until she cut t…

My new apartment felt like it was part of my old neighborhood. The details differed, of course. A Me…

“License and registration, please.”

The face looking down at me was stern, the voice measured. Ther…

Damaran wove through the crowd with a thumb in his belt and glare for anyone that would meet his eye…

Anthony fingered the thick woolen blanket that nearly suffocated him with stuffy heat. The fabric wa…

Captain Iremond paced the length of the bridge. He knew it wasn’t good for the crew’s morale but he …

Josie’s fingers moved over the keypad. Six-eight-one-one-enter. He looked at the keypad and then at …

The bearded man stood on the marble stairs of the park’s stage and raised his Big Gulp cup over his …

I woke up flat on my belly, a rocky and uneven ground pushing uncomfortably into my stomach. My body…

Marcos massaged his temple with a thick thumb. "Good party last night."

I offered him some of my Wa…

I raised my glass of Southern Comfort to the lone cupcake. "Cheers."

The whiskey was sweet and warm…

I lay in the bed craving sleep. Even though I’d gone to bed at midnight, I’d woken up dozens of time…

Hand in hand,

my sister and I ringed

our governess beneath

an acorn tree's leaves.

We skipped and …

The diesel motor ran loud. It drowned out the rattling of the nearby chain link fence. The distant c…