Category Archives: Fiction

Orson’s Eye View

Posted on July 19, 2017 by sputterpub

“Even Grannies need cock.” Yeesh. I can’t believe I said it. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I wanted them back. Kcoc deen seinnarg neve. Like that works. And my tone of voice! Was that a … Continue reading →

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Unfunny, Unwise, Untrue

Posted on July 12, 2017 by sputterpub

The only other time Del was affronted by a callous-male personal comment, she was still called Adele. She was fourteen. The occasion was a party in her friend Annie’s garage. That was fifty-three years ago. Good as Del’s memory is, … Continue reading →

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I-Rah

Posted on July 5, 2017 by sputterpub

The light just after sunset was magical. That sounded corny even in her mind, but it was true. The colors at the horizon were varied but muted. The ocean seemed to sway against it. Torches had been lit long enough … Continue reading →

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Ham on Wry

Posted on June 28, 2017 by sputterpub

I am an honest person. Like my father, I’m ethical, considerate, and fair. Of course I dabbled in dishonesty when I was a kid. But I generally did it to make the story better, rather than to avoid responsibility or … Continue reading →

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Mother Love

Posted on June 21, 2017 by sputterpub

I grew up with a boy bias. I took after my father and didn’t like to hang with Mom. She was into shopping and fashion and recipes and gossip; I preferred Dad’s philosophy, science, and math puzzles. Mom didn’t read … Continue reading →

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Annie’s Weekend

Posted on June 14, 2017 by sputterpub

Annie had a full calendar last weekend. Saturday was the baby shower. The mother-to-be is her ex-partner’s niece. Annie hasn’t been with Tony for a decade, but she still considers him  family, especially with his health and money problems. Recently … Continue reading →

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Sin Brazos

Posted on May 31, 2017 by sputterpub

I never noticed till the recent posts. I guess it’s an example of consciousness-raising. But the fact is, arms are a drag when you’re not using them. They’re great when you need to manipulate or carry things. But I can … Continue reading →

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Bozo

Posted on May 24, 2017 by sputterpub

Jack’s earliest memory is from kindergarten. Everyone he knows can remember back to age two or three or maybe four, but he has nothing before school. And he was a December baby – one of the oldest in his class … Continue reading →

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About Jack

Posted on May 17, 2017 by sputterpub

“I’m sorry about all the grandma drama.” “Huh?” “You know. The tension between your mother and Joy.” “I didn’t particularly notice, Dad. Other than the time Joy hauled you inside lest your salad get cold.” “Uh huh. That’s what I … Continue reading →

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Mrs Miller

Posted on May 10, 2017 by sputterpub

I love stories. I think everyone does. Folks see life as a collection of narratives. Even so, I’ve experienced evidence that I’m more into them than most. Like when I took the post-graduate seminar in early lit, and consumed the … Continue reading →

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