1954 Ed sank into his sagging chair feeling like a half-forgotten bag of potatoes. His rattle-trap oven creaked and groaned as it began the long slow process of warming up. It would be a good twenty minutes before Ed would …
Category: fiction
Wherever the Current Should Lead
June 1937 Poppa was dead, no disputing that. He lay still in bed with the sheet tucked up to his chin, his hands outside resting on his chest and that little half smile he always wore. Doc Flimsy, standing at …
One and Inseparable
One and Inseparable Oh they were rascals those two. No sooner could they walk then they were out racing tricycles. Remember them? They’d come barreling down that hill on Elm Street hell bent for leather … and … Pete it …
Fact or Friction
Pete’s eyelids fluttered open. Barry, sitting in a chair, swam in and out of focus, “Where am I?” “Under observation in the County General until you get shipped off to the county jail.” “Any particular reason?” “You made the paper. …
The Raid on Pan’s Palace
Pete chucked away his surname years ago, never carried a wallet, didn’t own a telephone, television, or radio and never read the newspaper. He cooked on a camp stove, slept on an army cot and aired his clothes in the …
Divinity in Odd Numbers
Clarence Bartholomew Whistleblower was born an odd number. Growing up, though not to a great height, in Nebraska he lagged behind the spindly legged goggle eyed Poindexters who were always chosen last on game day. Clarence was never chosen at …
