She Rattles, She Doesn’t Knock
After my wife left me I felt a terrible loss because she took the dog and the cat with her. She left angry.
Category: Short Fiction
The Driftwood Gatherer
The art of silence? Do not hide, for when you are among siblings, out of sight does not mean out of mind, especially when an order is easily delegated. Prepare to be busy, not look busy. This is essential to survival.
Perceptions
He was leaning up against the building. One of those old, 19th-century brick buildings real men built while their wives were at home glad for the reprieve.
We Watch The People Go By
“You’re welcome inside.”
The White Narcissus
I’ll wed in April. I’ll wed when the dew is like diamonds upon the white of narcissus, its deep red heart like the beating of mine.
The Scariest Time of Day
Once a playground assistant came to him and asked what he was doing. “Looking for a four-leaf clover for the girl who won’t tell me her name.”
Huron’s Hold
Drowning
Superior Sings
the other bartender said he died right there in the middle of the floor, after sliding off his bar stool, sorta kickin’ and turnin’ purple. I figured Dad would die pissed off.
Attic Dance
The door being locked, Louise knocked in a loud insolent manner.
Where The Story Goes
“So what novel, pray tell, are we at now?” Amanda, her best friend from High School and fellow abdicator asked as she plunked down into the wide and roomy leather booth of their favorite restaurant. Amanda’s wine glass sloshed dangerously about the crystal rim of her long-stemmed goblet. Amanda retained her strict adherence to the atheistic-borderline-agnostic-church-for-her-mother’s-sake, so took every opportunity to harass her friend on her ‘weakness, ’ i.e. the return to the Church.