Stories by
Derek Dexheimer

On the eighth morning, he stopped reading. This book is terrible, he said.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) lives in Seattle. His book’s second draft will be done by Christmas, he hopes.

God lives in the desert, the old man told him.
How do you know?
Old man squints to the dust horizon.
I met him there. He was unhappy.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) lives in Seattle. His book’s second draft will be done by Christmas, he hopes.

He followed at idle, passenger door open. Her heels clacked on the icy sidewalk. He put the ring away, out of questions.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) lives in Seattle. His book’s second draft will be done by Christmas, he hopes.

All his life he built the tower of jewels. In the end it disappointed him, and he gave it to his slaves. But we are hungry, they said.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) lives in Seattle. His book’s second draft will be done by Christmas, he hopes.

 

I waited for you. They said I was a fool, but I didn’t want money. It wasn’t even for love. Every life has a purpose, and that was mine.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) gives his report at dex3703.wordpress.com. He is working on a novel.

She waited all night for the bus: cheer team gym bag half-full, boyfriend’s coat warm, belly warmer, sunrise air cold on her flipflop feet.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) gives his report at dex3703.wordpress.com. He is working on a novel.

Alaska, he said, counting out the money. His children were tired, but Dad was so happy they believed one more time.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) gives his report at dex3703.wordpress.com. He is working on a novel.

She flipped through her kid sister’s diary, all stories of kittens and boys. Nothing about an older sister. She wondered who she was.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) gives his report at dex3703.wordpress.com. He is working on a novel.

He worked up to ten mile runs. A tiny boy asked: what are you running from? It’s not like that, he said, but couldn’t silence the question.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) gives his report at dex3703.wordpress.com. He is working on a novel.

When the end of the world came it was not at all like they said. There was a bright light, yes. But then there was you.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) gives his report at dex3703.wordpress.com. He is working on a novel.