Carl W. Bosch

The four of them met every year just to shoot the shit, keep updated, and drink shots. They didn’t really know how it all began, but this bar, these very seats, every June they came. All in their early thirties it had been 15 years. Fifteen long years since high school ended so abruptly. Melinda, always called Mel, and Franklin, always called Franklin, still lived in town. Rob lived in New York City, only 75 miles away, and Becky lived in Charleston, but that never stopped he

Quinton Alsop bought 10 scratch-off tickets, a copy of the New York Post, and three Snickers bars at the 24-hour convenience. His bill came to $10 bucks for the lottery tix, $4.75 for the paper, candy, and tax. The clerk, speaking on his phone the entire time, gave Quinton a quarter, which he stuffed in his front pocket with the candy bars. At one point on his walk to the park, reaching into that pocket, Quinton dropped the quarter onto the walkway. He never paused or hear

Barry was only eight when the first dream came. It was lucid, clear, and alive as best an eight-year-old can recall. He wasn’t accustomed to nightmares, but this was definitely a humdinger. He never even called his mom or dad, even though he was terrified. He just couldn’t. It was some kind of a creature. Not quite a person, not an animal. About the size of his dad. Barry thought the thing was actually in bed with him. Beneath the covers. Lying right alongside his body like h

Jessie loved Calavera Cucina. It was just the type of restaurant she always wanted to work for. Cool and hip, a menu filled with interesting and exotic entrees. Green chili burgers, carne seca, enchilada montada, and Native American fry bread sopapillas delighted the customers. Las Cruces was an awesome city to live in, only 14 miles to the border of Mexico, with a varied and diverse population. The restaurant was packed, not only on weekends, but every day. Her boyfrie

I’m looking for this damn waterfall. I know it’s been dry this autumn, but it’s supposed to be here. You’d think it would be easy to...

Three divorces; the first amicable, the next two contentious. Money-hungry bitches. And back then, he had a little. Money that is. Not...

“Miriam, may I call you Miriam, Miss Steiner?” Alfred Temple, the manager of the amusement park, asked, semi-politely. His voice was...

Nine is a curious number. Not neat like ten, not balanced like eight. Nine is restless. It hangs at the edge, waiting for the fall into something else. Cats are said to have nine lives. But maybe the two are the same. Every year this project claws its way back from the grave, hissing and howling and ready to pounce again. Nine is not safe, not steady, but always circling the edge of fate. In Norse myth, Odin hung for nine nights to learn forbidden wisdom. Dante gave us nine

Warning, spoiler alert. Read this book only if you dare. I mean this in all sincerity. If you are a fan of history, interpretive...

Last story of 2024. We check in on a recurring character from 2020, 2022 and 2023. (Mr. Tricks Part One ), (Mr. Tricks Part Two) , ( Mr....