Dr. Perkins was halfway through a small hotdog wrapped in cheese and bacon when the question came up. “So, what do you do?” The woman had jet black hair tied up in a bun, indicative of the pseudo-Chinese fashion the… Continue Reading
I’m Nobody — not the one in Emily Dickinson’s poem, although we share the same views. Tonight, you will find me in the grim green room. When in this room — and I’m dragged back here all too often —… Continue Reading
Le Saloon de Chocolate. It’s a little shop in the empty-calorie heartland suburb where I grew up. Clearly the owners never learned proper French, though they have a space in the upscale mall, the one with more pretensions than the… Continue Reading
Hollywood has come to Borris-on-Ossary. And it’s all because of mammy. Might as well start at the beginning, ‘twas the strangest occurrence that happened for donkey’s years. Sometime in June 1997 Vito Provolone drove into town. There I was minding… Continue Reading
Larry looked up from endless raking and saw Joe, his neighbor, leap thirty feet, with a single bound, to the roof next door. Joe adjusted the satellite dish. With a mighty breath, Joe shot the leaves from the gutters onto… Continue Reading
Good mornings are whispered. She scrunches up in the crook of his arm and mmms. He gathers the blankets around her. “Sweet dreams?” “A crazy one.” “Oh?” A door opens down the hall. “Completely nuts. About a couple having a… Continue Reading
“Daddy!” Cassiopeia and Casper squealed in unison from the dining table. “Why are you late?” Martha snapped. “These children are driving me crazy!” “Jeez, I’m sorry,” Bruce said, removing his coat and kicking the door closed at the same time.… Continue Reading
“You shouldn’t open with unattributed dialogue.” The lilting, melodic voice tickled my ear. I looked to my left to see a familiar figure wrapped in flowing fabrics of deep red and iridescent gold. She leaned in close to peer over… Continue Reading
A musician was on tour in the south of England and played a little folk club gig in Eastbourne. As often happens that night he was invited to stay at the home of the organisers, an Australian couple, Jayne and… Continue Reading
The Dolphin Dauphin, boss of the High Council of Terrestrial Intelligences, ordered the total evacuation of Earth. “The time’s come,” he whistled. “Sol’s going sub-giant. So get your butts outta there.” Poor Mother Earth was worn out, her mountains eroded… Continue Reading