Lyle’s Splinter

Lyle sipped his coffee and stared out into the street that ran behind his two bedroom, one bath ranch style home. As he sipped, he left the cup on his lower lip and his moist breath mixed with the hot liquid fogging his glasses then clearing, fogging his glasses, then clearing. The road and all […]

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A Search for Gold

The mouth of the canyon yawned wide into a sleepy Owens Valley. My soles crunched and chewed at tiny tan-gray pebbles as I moved, but it was the gate’s granite incisors rising, sharp and clean that held my gaze. These fangs looked ominous and predatory as the day’s new light amplified the jagged topography. I […]

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