“Loofer, look what I found!” Eva called to her brother. “Is it another leaf?” Luther groaned. “Her name is Mabel!” “Terrific,” Luther breathed. “Now don’t put this one in your p…” Eva stuffed the leaf in her sweatshirt pocket. “Great.… Continue Reading
We all know toddlers can be picky eaters. This can be a challenge to any parent in the best of times. During the zombie apocalypse, this personality quirk can become well-nigh impossible to deal with. So when my little Mortimer… Continue Reading
I was killing time at a dinner party when I first encountered the wooden rabbit. I found myself wandering through Ted and Jerry’s house, wineglass in hand, peering at framed photographs on the wall, inspecting curios on shelves, and reading… Continue Reading
Frank, tall and spare, with sparkling black eyes and thick silvery hair is married to short, airy Geraldine who has pale blue eyes and a wild mop of dyed-red hair. Geraldine is already shouting as they enter our apartment block,… Continue Reading
There’s a spaceship, a jumpsuit, and a moose. Well, really, there’s just the jumpsuit and the moose. They just happen to be on the spaceship. Oh, and there’s me. Trying to get to the jumpsuit. Being blocked by the moose.… Continue Reading
Madison thought she was something special because her parents bought her a peacock. We were both in eighth grade and lived on opposite sides of a street that dead-ended on the lake. In sixth grade, she told everyone that her… Continue Reading
Henry carried the last of his stuff, a small shoe box filled with toy cars, into Aunt Karen’s house. He didn’t want to be there, but his dad left, and his mom said she needed a support something or other.… Continue Reading
“Hey, Mattie, mind if I hop in your bed? All the downstairs rooms are taken,” I lug my legs over to the pullout mattress, exhausted from a night of drinking. I start to take off my shirt, knowing Matt would… Continue Reading
They call me The Sentient Sword, but I prefer Bill. I was forged in the Fires of Timmy the Shimmy Smith. They call him that because his swords are always a little wobbly. I am no exception. However, I’m proud… Continue Reading
Back then, I imagined my postman was Arnold Schwarzenegger, and he’d have a massive coronary and die under the weight of all my Valentine’s cards. Why Arnie had to die was best left for the pioneering Austrian therapist I’ve still… Continue Reading