Robert Quick

I pushed the beaded curtain aside and stepped through the front door. A little naked boy, perhaps si…

He was here now.

Fear wrapped cold hands around my arms and slid them up to caress the back of my n…

There was a cloud of agitated lightning bugs outside Mario's window swirling like embers in a firest…

I checked the hurt on my tongue. It was hard not to respond in kind, a struggle to not spit red-hot …

With shaking hands, I closed the book. It was heavier now, as if the paper had changed to iron while…

I was teaching English in Malaysia when the black spot first appeared overhead. It seemed small, bar…

Laying inside a field of wildflowers, Lana stretched out luxuriously, feeling every blade of grass s…

Our words are fragile incomplete things. Stuttering, their half-shapes try to convey ideas. They fal…

They had taken the light. All lights everywhere were gone. First the stars winked out one by one. Th…

When the cliffs came into sight, I found that I wasn't ready to see them. Their vast dominance of th…

“Why are you here.”

Wasn't it obvious? There were lines around the block to sign up for the E.D.C. …

I saw the fat man with a beard again today. He had been a stranger kind enough to lend me half of hi…

My dad has aged a lot in the past few years. It was probably as gradual as the rest of us but I'm no…

Max stood at the edge of the curtained window and stared out into the dark of the garden, searching …

Sloughing off the tide of years, Ixcar came to his senses very slowly. There had been darkness and n…