Category Archives: Fiction

The procedure took place at the reproductive clinic. Melissa had continued with her thermometer and medication; they pinpointed her ovulation to occur that day. They had thought Keith would be on the table next to hers. But he had to … Continue reading →

Once upon a time a captain of industry met a queen of fashion. This was in the early post-industrial age, in north central California, in the county of Marin. The captain, a bit of a pirate named Keith, was actually … Continue reading →

Meanwhile, she began to agree with her father about the divorce. Wayne grew happier the longer he was apart from Sandy, and he gave Valerie much better attention. Sandy continued to be coldly practical and inattentive. Wayne fell in love … Continue reading →

Valerie’s time then was spent in a cycle of size-limited classes at her neighborhood school, afternoon lessons in music, riding, and art, and family time filled overtly with quality TV and national-park vacations and covertly with bickering. Her father was … Continue reading →

A lot of kids grow up early – old people would know this if they paid attention or remembered – and girls mature sooner than boys. But Valerie was exceptional; she was born old. Her infancy was observant and her … Continue reading →

She had lined up eight interviews for a two hour period. Since she never completed a job interview in less than 20 minutes, she had as usual doomed herself to fall behind. She wasn’t able that morning to pay attention … Continue reading →

The winter when Connie was 47 (and Megan 12 and Bill 53) was a harsh one. They had almost twice the normal rainfall, and high winds. There were more power outages that season than in any of the ten years … Continue reading →

She was a very ordinary person. Five and a half feet tall if she stood up straight, Connie usually slumped to about 5’4″. She weighed 165, which on her frame looked like 20 pounds too much. Not enough for obese … Continue reading →

It took almost 40 years, but Kinsey’s brain blew up last week. I’m always going to wonder if that glass-smashing concussion weakened something in his head. Anyway, he’s not dead yet. That’s why we’re gathered around him, although we’re kind … Continue reading →

Jeff Connor and Mary arrived while we were in the kitchen breaking the kilo into lids. As usual, Kinsey set aside one for the dealer. But it wasn’t until the decadents showed up that we decided to do the whole … Continue reading →