On July 30 of this year my 100 word story, To Jump Off A Cliff, was posted on The Drabble. They did a nice job with it. https://thedrabble.wordpress.com/2019/07/30/to-jump-off-a-cliff/ “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’reContinue reading “To Jump Off A Cliff”
Monthly Archives: August 2019
Brotherly Love
My story, Brotherly Love, was posted at The Literary Yard today. I thought they did a great job presenting it. You can check it out by clicking on this link. Enjoy! Please check the link: https://literaryyard.com/2019/08/21/brotherly-love/ Brotherly Love We were walking home at sunset from the neighborhood rink, skates swings from the blades ofContinue reading “Brotherly Love”
Sketching Snowflakes
Even though this story was posted here in January of this year, Potato Soup Journal did a nice job posting it on their site. You can check it our here: Sketching Snowflakes by James Bates Sketching Snowflakes Back then, back when he was just a gangly kid and before he became an artist, I feltContinue reading “Sketching Snowflakes”
Swing Dancing
Swing dancing night at the Long Lake Retirement Home. “It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing,” sang the singer. Jerry could dig it as he sat off to the side in the community room, watching. One of the orderlies had a boom box set up on a card table and wasContinue reading “Swing Dancing”
Frozen Fingers
My story, Frozen Fingers, was published by Simon Webster on his site, the Cabinet of Heed. It’s a nice posting and you can check it out by clicking on this link at this link. If you have the time, check out some of the other stories too! Frozen Fingers – Jim Bates Frozen Fingers “Jerry, howContinue reading “Frozen Fingers”
The Stink Of The Diesel
This 75 word story was posted 7-31-19 by Richard on Paragraph Planet The stink of the diesel idling outside their apartment agitated the old man. His caregiver opened a vial of patchouli oil and wafted it under his nose. Instantly he calmed. A smile formed as he remembered the sixties, a tie-dyed hippie in loveContinue reading “The Stink Of The Diesel”