A Short Story by J. R. Nichols “How is the apple?” Bonita asked, stroking the cat in her lap and acting just as casual as a corner. “Amazing,” Snow said. She had made short work of the thing, eating around…
Slow, No Wakeby J. R. Nichols The girls and I were enjoying a peaceful day at the beach when he showed up. Ever the hero, he launched his daughters into the water from sunburned shoulders, and allowed them to bury him…
Goat Drabbleby J. R. Nichols “Can’t I have him?” she pleads. “I’ll name him Prince Charming, and make him a crown out of paper mache.”“Sofia, he’d just eat it”, I say, holding my nose. “Meh!” The goat blurts, in a…
I remember the last time I felt a curious man’s eyes fall on me and linger. When I was younger, I would have called it “checking me out.” I’m not sure what sure what kids today would call it. It was…