Category Archives: Fiction

Cold War By Jeff Baker   The two men sat on the park bench in the snowy dusk. “Snow everywhere, just like in Russia,” said Illianovich. “Snow like in New Jersey,” Meader said, idly brushing snow off the edge of … Continue reading →

A Line in the Sand By Jeff Baker “Okay,” Chad said, scrawling with his finger in the sand as they sat on the beach. “The coffee table’s here.” “That doesn’t look like a coffee table,” Gary said. “It’s rectangular, it’s … Continue reading →

                                    No Room at the Inn                                         By Jeff Baker               The weather was bitter cold, the stars were a glorious spread of winter colors and the lights on the idling trucks were orange. The two men stood … Continue reading →