Category: Fiction

  • The End By Adam Messer Oscar Roberts had a funny peculiarity about the way he arranged his things. Nothing out of order, or at least the order to which he arranged them. He inspected his things and had to have a perfect version of the thing, lest he disregard it for the trash. For example,…

  • What’s for Dinner? By Adam Messer Mildred smiled at the gentleman sitting across from her on the green metal bench. “What was that?” she asked him. “The 455 is running a little late this afternoon,” he said returning a friendly smile to her. “Looks like you had a long day.”

  • Mom’s spaghetti By Adam Messer Mom used to always say to look out for traffic, eat my veggies, do my homework, take out the trash. You know, typical Mom stuff.