Zanzibar

“I could put  my cigarette out in it,” the man said and laughed a little.  Blond and tall and lean, he rolled the window up to keep the ashes from blowing back in his face, making the jeep unbearably hot. It was barely past breakfast. “It’s only kerosene,”  he said. Jay and the girl rode…

After the Snowy Day

When they wake in the morning the fire has died and frost covers the window panes. New snow  blankets the ground outside.  The woman and her husband and the boy push themselves out of bed. The man makes a fire while she boils water for breakfast.  They drink coffee and hot chocolate, wrapping their hands around…

Blue

“Don’t go any further,” she shouts into the wind.  The man holds his hand against the baseball cap on his head and smiles, thrusts his other arm out into the wind as if he might make himself into a sail of some sort, lift up off the ground, fly away from her.   He motions for her…