Marvin staggered out of bed, stopped off for a leak, and advanced boldly into the kitchen in search of a swallow of water to combat the cotton mouth. Gaining coherence and mental acuity, he applied the fundamentals of coffee making to his machine and retreated because nature was beginning to call, and, sometimes, in …
Category: Fiction
The Inestimable Benefit of Sport
"Remember that time we almost lost to Hugheyville?" "Yeah," Dan Dimmelmeier replied. "Us playing against a school so small that they barely had enough boys in the student body to field a team." "Went into the seventh inning trailing by a run," his best friend, Brandin Porcher, recalled. "Then we tied it on a single …
The Big Mistake
Beuerlein was an upscale town of about three thousand, perched on the New Jersey Shore. Unlike many such towns, Beuerlein's residents mostly lived there year around, and most who didn't were writers, artists, and craftsmen, and craftswomen, of other ilks. Lots of intelligent, good-natured people lived there, and most didn't get too out of shape …
The Master of the Deal
In the first place, I'm no Trekkie, but, if you're going to quibble about technical discrepancies between my short story and the wealth of data available on the Star Trek franchise, it won't bother me. The point I'm trying to make is unrelated to outer space. Besides, frontiers are common. Captain's Log, …
It Could Have Been Worse
I've been writing about a bad guy named Glen Trimmel in what will be my fifth novel, so I guess I was in the mood to write this short story. Johnny Wangerin began the day by giving his nephew a ride to work. Then he stopped by the pharmacy, where his call-in prescriptions …
A Woman of Her Word
"I see that brooch you've been wearing," Estelle hissed. "Warren gave that to you, didn't he?" "Why, yes. He is so sweet." "Giselle, you hussy! If you thought there was a chance in hell I'd be leaving any time soon, why, you're sadly mistaken. Wild horses couldn't get me out of this house." "Well, my …
Fiction and Taxes
What's the Anne Murray song? Hey-a-ay-ay-hay-ay-ay, what about me? I've got some feelings on my mind, I-I-I do ..." Something like that. I would have referred to it as an old Anne Murray song, but there aren't any new ones of which I know. I've got a lot going on. There's this ridiculous tax dispute …
Whatever the Kids Want
It was Sign-Up Day at Meriweather High School, and the armored trucks were lined up outside. Everyone was excited. Everyone would change. The ballplayers would get stronger and run faster. The board scores would improve. The future would be better in every way. The cheerleaders would get cheerier. The teachers would get teachier. Some called …
The Inside Dope from Halford
This is kind of a writing exercise. I decided I'd exercise my dialogue muscles by writing a short story that tells the entire story in the form of conversation. In this case, most of it's on the air. "It's Springfield Dynamos baseball, live on Oldies Ninety-Seven from Auckland Mosaics Ballpark in Halford. I'm Lamar Bridgman, and …
Comforts of the Distant Past
Nothing was a surprise, but everything was awful. A man gets a sinking feeling, knowing he's doomed, that he's making too much, and his age makes him cost too much, and the company gets to where it makes his life miserable for a while, hoping to run him off, and then it finally just lays …
Nightrider's Lament 