My life-long love of reading coupled with my family background (we're Transylvanian. Yes, there is such a place!) leads me to write mostly in the paranormal and horror genres. Born in Cleveland, Ohio, I also have a heck of a sense of humor.
DEPARTURES - ARRIVALS
Three steps. Just three steps at the right time, and sweet oblivion follows. I focus down the tracks but don't see far. The tracks curve in a gentle bend a few hundred feet away, past the end of the platform. They come through a forest, tall green trees and a lot of them. But I feel the faint vibrations on the concrete platform under my feet. The train approaches. The train. My friend, my ally, my co-conspirator. My self-murder weapon.
THE FARMER AND HIS WIFE
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Anton Zillich heard the words but dozed nonetheless, his chin bouncing off his chest. The last of his produce hadn't sold until the sun began setting. The long day drained him.
POP by Marty Roppelt Tenacity. That's what I think of with respect to my dad, my Pop. Should I wash the early memories of him in golden sentimentality? I could. Many faded snapshots beg me to guild the time. My favorite is the black-and-white photo of Pop on all fours in our living room one Christmas, trying in vain to will a toy train to stay on its track.