Claire-Michael

Tag: fiction

  • Mary’s Boy Child

    It was one of those Spring nights that lets you know Summer is coming. Warm and breezy, you could smell the juniper trees and hear the soft sigh of the olive leaves as the wind whispered in through the open window. It was so peaceful and perfect, I found myself drowsing in my chair by…

  • Bank of Mem, LLC

    The woman sat down in the surprisingly uncomfortable chair with the bright light behind it that would shine over her shoulder and obscure her face from the camera. “This chair is terribly uncomfortable,” she complained, scooting to the edge and finding a perfect dent for her rump and smoothing her skirt over her knees. She…