Out in the bradberries

the future that was and might be again [a short story about everyday life on Mars]          The bradberries were ripe again. Twice a year is more than enough, don’t you think? But if I let them rot on the vine, they’ll bring the...

A skip of time

         This was, she said, a skip of time. She called it that, as if I would understand, which I did not. I was sixteen then and dumb as a knuckle. I had come in from the heat outside and found her in the shadows of the living...

An annotated browser

In ancient times, using a pen name, I wrote a series of short-short stories for use as one-page advertisements, under the heading ‘An annotated browser,’ to promote the shop. These are a few examples. Counterpane          It is...

Stories

A friend was recently reading the revised version of John Finn that appears to be making its way into print sooner than later and suggested that a particular chapter might stand on its own. It happens to be one of those I posted first about eight years ago when John...

Seeley’s Surfside

The hanging road sign for Denton Real Estate offered a constant chirping against an intermittent wind. It was a small and familiar voice to Burk as he approached Seeley’s Surfside Diner. The murmur of tires on passing cars was dampened by the new snow. With the hood...