Fiction

Walking down the narrow and dimly lit aisle, I saw her.  Seat 8F.  The fearful girl hid her face under the faded blue hat that was tilted low enough to…

“Everyone look! Lily Matthews is talking to her imaginary friend again! Hey, hey, hey Lily! Is your imaginary friend gonna swing with you!” Laughter erupted form the far too immature…

He stumbled into my arms with a look in his eyes that told me he saw me, but didn’t know who I was. “Watzchout punk,” Eric mumbled, as if trying…

I have one question, and one question only.  How the hell do I get down?  Six thousand, one hundred, and twenty one tally marks stare at me in the face…