Archive for the ‘shorts’ Category

Jester

Jester (Photo credit: mrpolyonymous)

A while back a couple of characters from a novel-in-progress crept off the pages, demanding to have their own story told. Those two havoc wreaking souls did just that and come Christmas 2012 their first short story, “Jake and Chuck Blow Sh…tuff Up” warmed the hands of my family. This recently passed Christmas crept by without the second vignette making it off the dogearred notebook pages, titled “The Twelve Misfortunate Years of Jake and Chuck’s Christmases”. Other commitments and my well-honed ability to procrastinate got into the way. (more…)

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I’m thrilled to announce that my story, Put A Ring on It, is being published in the anthology, Second Avenue Second Hand, on October 3, 2013.

Even more exciting: you have a chance to win a free copy between now and November 5, 2013. You can do that over at Goodreads. Don’t have an account there? No worries, it’s free! Now go on, get over there and enter to win. I’ll be here when you get back.

 

The Cowboy

Cowboy

Five hundred head lowing in the yard, seventeen days driving, bone weary, in need of a bath and a comfortable bed and where do I end up? A bar outside of Nashville, dust still in the seat of my pants and a Stetson hiding the smell of the range but not by much. (more…)

Their Survival by Kathie LeungThe gravity of the situation hasn’t come to Norm Schaller as he sits in the hall, flipping through a backdated copy of Modern Science while his wife, Delores, is fitted to the machines.

When they call to him, he takes great pains to put everything back in order before he slowly walks down the corridor. It isn’t because he is a neat freak or rather as the term most popular today goes: obsessive-compulsive. It isn’t age, his doctor cleared him a month earlier on his fifty-seventh birthday with an “exceptionally clean bill of health.” He needs these extra moments to summon up his mental blinders shielding her pain from registering in his brain. To pull on an invisible mask, pushed over his face to prevent her from seeing his struggle.

It’s not worth the time or trouble. He knows as much. Thirty-four years with her, most of his entire adult life together through better or worse; things can’t be hidden. And this, of all they‘d endured together, had moved into the number one slot under the “worst” heading. (more…)

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poster (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bryson Dart folded his T-shirt and tucked it into the bureau drawer then crossed the room to his desk, flipped on the lamp clamped to the edge, and pulled out his journal from the desk drawer as he sat down. Smoothing out the pages he reached over and pulled a pen from the cup, then started his entry. All he was able to write was the date: January 1, 1977 before he thumped the paper with the end of the pen rhythmically.

Pausing, he looked up at the wall covered with an array of posters mostly of Farrah Fawcett along with a few that included the sex goddess with her Charlie’s Angels co-stars. (more…)