A note on my fiction

Due to a question raised, I want to specifically state that all the writing contained in here is fictional. While some of, if not most of, t...

These are some vignettes I have that I presently haven't been able to work into any other larger pieces but that I kind of like: On 10th...

David Sanborn rummaged through his closet, a white collared shirt wrinkled and half tucked in to his khaki pants. “Have you se...

David and Claire Sanborn walked together, arm in arm, down Willow Brooke Road . It was early December, and the night was bitterly cold. A bi...