The Sitter

I can’t be too angry about the accident because it gave me a job.  Well really, my brother gave me a job, something with a salary, anyway.  The accident just made me perform that job exceptionally well. I can’t tell you my brother’s name.  Even those closest to him sign confidentiality agreements that bar us…

Comeuppance

Josh sipped his coffee and tried to calm down, squinting behind his sunglasses at the hotel towers looming across the street.  Despite the shade, beads of sweat clung to his temples.  His pits felt damp, his socks soggy.  It was October for God’s sake, what business did Florida have being so hot?  His skin might…

Obstacles

  Many, if not most, obstacles are easy to overcome. If there is a locked door, jimmy the lock or kick it open. Bars on a window can be dissolved or sawed through with the right materials. You might not think it, but sometimes they can even be bent. An object one cannot afford may…

No Stories of Damnation or Miracles

“I wish . . .” the stranger says, wandering over to my counter and sitting on the stool in front of me like it took the last of his strength to make it. I wait for him to finish his thought. Instead, he stares at the counter between us. He may be coming down from…

God’s Mouthpiece

God ate breakfast and dinner with Hannah Delaney. God was invoked when her aunt caught cancer, when her cousin was born deaf.   God was invoked when the radiation treatments worked, when her cousin was accepted to St. Augustine School for the Deaf and Blind, when the cancer returned, when the Cochlear implant made her…