Bob Fox

“Jump honey!” His parents called playfully. “Just like Superman!”

Instinctively I spun the wheel to starboard, but I knew it was too late.

Silence was suddenly deafening. He could hear time ticking like a shout.

...after crewing a fifty-five foot sailboat to the Caribbean, Bill couldn’t find a job and ran out of money.

Am I fired up? You’re damn right!

Home was just across the river. If John dared cross the ice, he could be there in minutes.

My eyes were big! My face was mean! I must’ve been a fright!

You can’t have Christmas without money. Quality time with your kids? Forget singing ‘round a fire. You gotta go to Donald Land or Micky World!”

An inky monster sprouted a thin gray beard that spread and swept over them like a landslide.

...a very cherry nineteen-sixty-four-and-a-half Mustang convertible!

Mom lost a finger saving his tongue…

...each time she drank tequila, she woke up pregnant.

I was afraid of my own dog. What scared me about her was her monstrous strength.

Touch down in speechless space sensor to sensor in a senseless stare.

I stand alone nine floors up staring down at a faint wine smear— to the exact spot where Mike’s head exploded like chili and cheese.

A gang of black men came running with chains and clubs. We were out numbered…

“Then he was dead.” She sighs.