Author Archives: sputterpub

Troy arrived before Karen. He was warmly greeted by Deborah (“Hello, Mr. Campbell! Welcome back. Would you like to be seated, or will you wait here for your guest?”) and he opted to sit in the lounge, where he had … Continue reading →

As usual, Deborah slept well and Jake didn’t. She argued that he’d rest better if he exercised like she did every night, but Jake insisted that he worked out enough while he worked. She spent half an hour on a … Continue reading →

“Rodents and roaches and flies: oh my! Rodents and roaches and flies …” “Don’t even joke about it,” Jake growled. “It’s not funny. No one needs to hear.” He stood at the counter whisking olive oil into balsamic vinegar and … Continue reading →

I was a mature eight-year old then. I was aware of time’s passage and even had my own version of calendar; to me we had passed through the seasons of fireflies and of hurricanes, and were moving through crunchy fallen … Continue reading →

I never got the charm and I can’t remember who did. I never served a cake myself with a charm in it. But I was always pleased with the idea. Charmed, even. Like the concept of a cucumber stuffed with … Continue reading →

The first thing I noticed about Siesel was her dog. Gretel was still a puppy when we all moved in, but even at six months a St. Bernard is hard to ignore. And she was a perfect example of her … Continue reading →