Matthew Dalton is a member of Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
Simon Parker had just one thing to say to Andrew, “I dare you to climb the flagpole at lunchtime.”
“Just because you’re a perfectionist doesn’t mean you do things perfectly,” she retorts.
A sweet evening breeze tousles curtains and stirs a candles flame.
“Get the defibrillator ready,” someone whispered.
Rufus wakes me up by pushing his dog food bowl across the tiled floor. The sound is meant to create a pavlovian response; I can almost feel his smile as I prepare his breakfast.
Selling arms to the enemy isn’t strictly legal but war covers over a multitude of sins.