Everyday, John wakes up and thinks about the vest. He wakes up and thinks about having to put it on. It's there in the corner of his room, waiting for him. Haunting him. He's had his sleep, he's had his respite. Now it's time to wear it again. It turns his stomach. Another day with... Continue Reading →
A Divine Vacation
"Shit" He looked down at his phone to see the last name he wanted to see calling him, this could only be bad news. His vacation had been just what he needed after such a tumultuous time at work and the last thing he wanted to see flash up on his phone was "Boss" calling.... Continue Reading →
Jeff Brooks Short Stories 