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 …
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Contemplating the Ripples
I had time to kill. I had driven over to the college town early that morning and spoken to several classes. I make so few “days of it,” and a freshman outfielder in one of the classes had invited me to come see the team play. I said, “Hey, I’d like to do that,” when …
No Time to Travel
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 …
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 …
