Author: Jeanne Michelle Gonzalez
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The Path Not Taken
The stairs to the attic groaned when she pulled the cord. As her head reached the landing to the room, a stifling heat engulfed ... -
When the Blessing is a Curse
The young woman traced her fingers over the two reels and slid the cartridge that contained her fabricated image into the mouth of The ... -
The Two of Us
We often ride nowhere. The car traverses the city blocks to the highway of vehicles moving through the town in all directions. You maneuver ... -
When the Dead Came Visiting
We were surprised but not frightened when the dead came to visit. Our hopes and prayers had been answered. Their return, a gift that ... -
The Order of Things
10 At sunset, the black and white dog stopped following the woman in the kitchen. Her ears perked up, and she looked at the ... -
All Things Abandoned
Sometimes in the car, or in the moments before falling asleep, a recollection of him appeared. Maybe it was because I saw someone in ... -
Buried Saints
My mother had a faulty sixth sense that flickered like a dying light bulb. She called them “bad feelings.” Often, her premonitions came too ... -
Concentrate
An insatiable hunger awoke and gnawed at him. With a heavy arm, he reached for the greasy glass by the bed and knocked off ... -
Our Love is Music
The old woman set aside a yellowed, dog-eared script atop a tower of books by her chair. She sat back and rested her head ... -
The Fish Tank
Brennan’s Jetta puttered to a stop when the railroad crossing arms lowered. The crossways fell like a protective parent’s arms to their child. Cold ...