Category Writing – Fiction

The Dying Off

It was like this. In the early days, if you had paid attention, you would have noticed the things left undone. Driving down the highway, the sign ...

Breaktown

Bennie Lou fumbled for her tape recorder when the melee broke out at the school board meeting. Raymond Canckle punched the Reverend Walter ...

13 Fragments

It was like this: I put on the dress he had bought me, the one I hated but he loved. A navy shirt dress and embroidered belt from Talbott’s. Very ...

Just one word

Iris stepped away from Cooper, disciplining herself. She would not give in to swooning so soon. Already on her fourth beer, she knew she was ...

Tenderfoot

The commuters side-stepped his outstretched legs, the purple socks in ratty slippers, the grease-stained pants from Goodwill. He stopped ...

Blizzard, 1978

Banford Mickley had not seen a pair of tail lights for ten miles, and now he was unsure of anything in front of him. Like walking down the aisle ...

When I Wake

When I wake, I see nothing but white in front of me. Maybe this is heaven. Then I remember I am in the plane, a lumbering C-47 outfitted with ...

My Familiars

My familiars — cat, fox, owl — sat around a dining room table, drinking whiskey and lamenting my waywardness. The cat especially was a sloppy ...