I have been most recently published in Flesh & Blood Magazine, Planet Relish, A Different Path, and Decompositions. I am a founding member and current secretary of the Garden State Horror Writers, a New Jersey-based organization of writers of all genres, and am appearing in an anthology presented by that group called Tales from a Darker State.
Fading sunlight and tree shadows stained the grass at our feet as I walked through the park with the man I’d hired to kill me.
We stopped near a bench but did not sit, he looking at me with his not incredibly intelligent eyes, high school drop-out maybe, but curious and attentive, nearly penetrating as if he were trying to look through the back of my skull at what lay behind me. His name was Cort. He was on the small side, slight and shorter than me, with wide shoulders and a receding hairline. A lot of rings on his hairy fingers, an aura of impatience and energy swirling around him, as if everything between killings was simply unimportant filler. He didn’t look anything like I’d pictured him during our phone conversation, but who ever does? He must have been a recent quitter but wanted very badly to smoke, the way his hands kept roaming inside his pockets and his mouth twitching like his lips needed to be wrapped around a butt. I didn’t have one to offer, I gave them up about three years ago. Things will kill you.