"Why can't you just take the two seconds to put the toilet seat down?" "Why do you care?" "I put it down every time. It's a sign of respect for me and my sanity." Later: A Post-It note on the--vertical--lid, reading, "I respect you, but I'm lazy."


My short story, "Speak," as seen in The Elixir. The door chimed as she walked in, the sound almost lost amongst the gurgle of the espresso machine, the whir of whipped cream, and the chatter of caffeinated customers. “Hi! Welcome to Starbucks,” he said brightly. Geez chill out—you’ll scare her off. She smiled slightly. Hello, Jim. “Would …

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