She was a tiny woman, skin tightly drawn around her face, remarkably unwrinkled yet somehow looking old, as if she spent a lot of time screaming to stretch it out. The fat man hoped to God she wasn’t sitting on his row. Once he had flown on an almost weekly basis, an average of fifty …
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A Thanks and an Invitation
I very much appreciate all the comments regarding my short story, "Facebook Friends," along with all the responses to other blogs that have combined, along with the assistance of watchful eyes at "Freshly Pressed," to cause this blog to mushroom over the past few days. That was the plan all along, but it took a …
Stuck In A Rut, Part Three
This is a serial short story, derived and expanded from a song I wrote. The first two parts may be found elsewhere in my blogs. A switch, somewhere in Josie Swenson, flipped on. She changed and felt adventurous. She walked outside between classes and smoked a cigarette, which she had never done before. Her two …
Nightrider's Lament 