Category: short-story

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 …

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 …