P.D. Stephens
I Missed You
By P.D. Stephens There was no big fuss, no hoopla, no screaming or yelling, or running around in a panic. When someone goes out, they just go. Tad Parker knew this as he walked out of Massachusetts General Hospital. The beep from the heart monitor had shot out every few seconds. Michael’s breathing was…shallow. It [...]
27Jul2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedOut of Work
By P.D. Stephens “You are not understanding me,” he shouted. The girl behind the counter looked at him like he was the asshole. “I understand you perfectly. What would you like me to do?” “Get your manager is what I’d like you to do.” The girl behind the counter disappeared into a door next to [...]
19Feb2010 | Editor | 1 comment | Continued76 Hammer On-Ramp
By P.D. Stephens This morning I wanted a story. I started the morning out how I start all mornings out: by watching the cars. You see, I live on an on-ramp to the highway. My apartment is on the second floor overlooking the great view of the cars speeding by. On most mornings I will [...]
24Jan2010 | Editor | 1 comment | Continued