Fiction, Short Stories

The Woman In Black

A similar, shorter story, can be read here: Coffee House Writers The dark summer clouds devour the sun’s rays, bringing an early nightfall to the city of Chicago. Leaves on the trees dance in the wind, swaying like lovers on the dance floor. Mother Earth rumbles as thunder rolls through the empyrean. Lightning streaks across… Continue reading The Woman In Black


The Money Man

I was no one special, just an ordinary fellow. I lived alone in a studio apartment on Maine Avenue here in Washington, D.C. I took a taxicab to work every day. I worked at the Department of the Treasury Bureau of Engraving and Printing in Washington, D.C. I made money, the paper kind. I worked… Continue reading The Money Man