Category Archives: Fiction

That’s why Julie and Mark were driving. Unencumbered, Liz could have flown away alone, once she realized how incurable was Pete’s vision and how inescapable were his arms. But Samantha plus luggage was too much for Liz to manage. She … Continue reading →

It was a quixotic escapade from inception, but it was also irresistible. The surreality around Julie triggered a kind of charisma in her that shanghaied Mark, and then partnership dynamics went to work. Every aspect must have been favorable, for … Continue reading →

She’s moving easier now. Younger. Her heel doesn’t hurt and her knee isn’t bothering her. She’s about to open her front door and step south toward the bird tree and east to her newspaper, the dog is beside her and … Continue reading →

She checks herself out as she walks to the bathroom. A little stiff in the left heel and knee, in the right hip and lower back, in her neck. She’s a set of bones strung on worn cartilage, covered with … Continue reading →

Most of the time now, it doesn’t even work when Natalie masturbates. She used to be very orgasmic, but for the last several years it feels like her nerve endings have retreated. She’s still in there, but too deep to … Continue reading →

Alan pulled to the curb outside Cassie’s place. It was nearly sunset on the last day of spring, still light at 8:30. He had such mixed feelings about this walk that he remained in his car for a minute. What … Continue reading →

From age twenty-two to thirty-three Peg had a few affairs, several friendships and always her family, but most of her time she was alone. She saw her sister daily, but she spent her mornings wandering the fields in search of … Continue reading →

By 1912 Sam had established himself as a business magnate and civic leader. He had married a Peralta heiress and bought his creekside mansion near the Kent estate. His sisters lived with him until tension between them and his wife … Continue reading →

They knew not what they did, when they built the little house. And they did it right. The lot was rather small, downstream from the Kent estate, where the creek leveled out and zigged right in its year-round run to … Continue reading →

The kids, both boys, were in good care. The younger was rather mellow but her first-born was hyperactive. The name on his birth certificate was Wayne (for Bill’s dad), but the family called him Sudden. He was always getting into … Continue reading →