Bam! Bam!! Bam!!! “Open up, it’s the police.” Oh, shit, thought, Bryan, what have I done now? He got out of bed, stumbled over a shoe and fell to the floor. Shit. He got up cursing his fall and, while he was at it, his hangover. “I’m on my way. Hold on.” “Hurry up,” cameContinue reading “Too Many Masks”
Monthly Archives: July 2019
Perfectly Harmless
This story was posted on CafeLit on July 23. Harmless. That’s what the punk kid thought the old man was, sitting at a table by himself in the strip mall coffee shop. Perfectly harmless. He quickly slipped behind the counter and slid the edge of the razor sharp stiletto against the young clerk’s neck, whispering,Continue reading “Perfectly Harmless”
Beneath The Lawn Sprinkler
This twenty five word story was published by Potato Soup Journal on July 21 and was based on a haiku of mine. Sunlight sparkling on water droplets falling. Thirsty birds frolic beneath.
Big Air
My nephew and I had always been close, but when he called instead of texting and asked me to meet him at his home, I knew something was up. I drove to where Josh and his partner lived, high in the foothills, a few miles from me. He answered the door with a smile andContinue reading “Big Air”
Texas Fried Blues
This is one of two micro fiction stories of mine published in issue #3 of A Million Ways in June, 2019. It was Rick at the door. Two am. “Hi Jessie. I made this for you.” Texas Fried Blues the label read. “Hey, man, I appreciate it. Thanks.” “It’s got some kick-ass stuff. I thinkContinue reading “Texas Fried Blues”
She Was Right
This is one of two micro fiction stories of mine published in issue #3 of A Million Ways in June, 2019. “Jump off a cliff?” My wife was incredulous. “Thirty feet into a river? Are you nuts?” ” No, I’m brave,” I tried to reason with her. “No, you’re an idiot,” she countered. “It’sContinue reading “She Was Right”
Neon In Our Veins
Dad stopped working on the combine, took off his cap, wiped his forehead and looked to the north. Grandpa and I stopped working, too, sweat dripping into our eyes, thankful for a break. It was blistering hot for early September, over ninety degrees, and out in the middle of our soybean field there wasn’t aContinue reading “Neon In Our Veins”