A young girl drops something from the upstairs window of an abandoned pie shop. As it flutters to the ground Marcus, a homeless boy, realizes it’s a hundred-dollar bill and someone has written the words “HELP HER” on it in bright orange ink. Convinced that the girl is in some sort of danger, he walks by her window every afternoon to check on her. When she disappears suddenly, … [Read more...] about SWINDLE by Cynthia Rogan
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TIME FLIES WHEN YOU’RE DOODLING
I grew up in Florida. As a kid, I’d look down into the inverted cone-shaped holes of doodlebugs. Sometimes I gently poked pine needles into the bottom of the funnel they left, hoping one would come out so I could see it. That never happened. I imagined them to be cuter than ladybugs—adorable even. I mean, a doodlebug had to be adorable. Besides, it left those cute little holes … [Read more...] about TIME FLIES WHEN YOU’RE DOODLING
JUST FOR A MOMENT …
Whether we mean to or not, we make assumptions. I was in the middle of making a big dinner when I ran out of milk for one of the dishes. The convenience store a few blocks away was, of course, convenient, but the line was a mile long. I picked up the milk and took my place behind a tiny gray-haired woman in a tattered plaid coat. When it was her turn, she placed several cans of … [Read more...] about JUST FOR A MOMENT …
CRIME ABOUT IT! #1–Glenda the Bad Witch
Glenda’s name may have meant good and kind, but she was the supervisor from Hell. Her most famous words were, “Rules are there for a reason,” but after a while, it became clear that the rules were for everyone but Glenda. She arrived one morning looking like she’d walked out of an 80s Whitesnake video—without the cloud of smoke. But we didn’t need smoke to warn us. … [Read more...] about CRIME ABOUT IT! #1–Glenda the Bad Witch
The Hearts of the Matter
I'm an accountant by trade. I'm a writer by heart. I've loved to write since before I was ten years old, (although, back then I wrote mostly poetry and I imagine it was pretty awful). Roses are red.Violets aren’t blue. They’re purple.There are birds in that tree.I can tell by their chirple.Terrible Poem by young cynthiarogan These days, I'm always on the lookout for … [Read more...] about The Hearts of the Matter
