In print anthology
My story “When I wished upon a star” has been published by Gestalt Media in their short story anthology entitled “Best of 2020”.
The folding of Cain Coven
Down a choked and muddy stream, through dense thickets, warrens, and vine curtains, lay the charmed coven of Cain. None knew it, as it was bound with a spell of … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven
Joe’s Diner
You know a Joe. Lots of us do. My Joe, well, he’s got it bad. Back in the day, my Joe was kinda livin’ the Dream. With a nice young … Continue Reading Joe’s Diner
Melrose 3- five oh eight eight
Karla had just turned 42, three nights after Christmas. At a brisk pace, she hurried back home from the corner store in the cold dark dribbling rain. Up the six … Continue Reading Melrose 3- five oh eight eight
When I wished upon a star
There’s a small cabin in the pines by a secluded lake in north Ontario. I had rented it for two weeks every summer for twelve years. The Belvedere it is … Continue Reading When I wished upon a star
Memento
When they went to clean out the dead man’s room, one could see their noses wrinkle from the smell of his cigar years. There was sweeping and wall washing to … Continue Reading Memento
Harvey and the flying machine
Ahhh..I am so tired. But, a story I will tell you, for your little ones. Harvey, of rabbit fame, thought himself a rakish Jack of Knaves. Such a suave countenance … Continue Reading Harvey and the flying machine
Sequestered
Darlene and Dave, they had a love. On grandfathered land, they built a house of modesty, high under the evergreens. Neighbours flocked to raise the roof. Each brought shingles, cedar … Continue Reading Sequestered
Steel and glass
Just today, 55 years after the crash, Stuart’s face has appeared to me once more in a dream. I don’t know why I remember this, especially now, in my 69th year, … Continue Reading Steel and glass
Tommy, can you hear me?
It wasn’t that long ago that he turned fifteen. We sat on the cold concrete of his front porch, watching the iffy clouds discuss a storm. I always sat downwind … Continue Reading Tommy, can you hear me?
Tonight, I tell you truly
A man walks to his usual crossroads, all right turns until he completes the simple square that brings him home. Tonight, he goes out late because of the hot sun, … Continue Reading Tonight, I tell you truly
Why
There must be some mistake,I think, but it’s been days now. These messages from you, a thirty four year old stranger. And I say, and I say to myself there … Continue Reading Why
Bewitchery… conclusion
Howard Baker had never been an excitable man. Fact was, not much scared him. He was slow to anger, but when brought to that state he would lose all reason. … Continue Reading Bewitchery… conclusion
Bewitchery (part three)
Something curious was happening at the old Bligh house. There had been many comings and goings of workmen in the weeks that Edna had been gone. The heavy iron fence … Continue Reading Bewitchery (part three)
Bewitchery… part 2
Our old town’s Main Street business district was less than a mile long. It was intersected by First, Second, and Third Avenues, and many businesses had come and gone in … Continue Reading Bewitchery… part 2
Passings
It’s a slow down zone, and, in today’s tiny town, a little girl with scabby knees dawdles along the sidewalk. Her chin and part of her white T shirt are … Continue Reading Passings
