Category Archives: Fiction

They’re so different. Keith says he’s the kind of guy who notices what’s right in a situation, while Marnie sees what can be improved and likes to think about how to accomplish the makeover. That was true when they were … Continue reading →

“Of course it makes a difference. Every little bit adds up.” Keith spoke even as he changed lanes again without signaling. “Yeah sure,” Marnie uttered with sarcasm. “Like five minutes in a two hour trip. Really. There was a study … Continue reading →

These walls do not a prison make. These bars inhibit not. I bide in my room which is not a cell, so full of warmth now that I radiate. I could be a space heater, a hot brick against your … Continue reading →

Her neighbor Olga begged her to come. It was a wine-and-cheese gathering to collect money to feed the homeless; normally Polly would donate and avoid. But this was abnormal Sunday. And she gave herself a way out. She set up … Continue reading →

Love at first sight takes 75 minutes. It could happen faster if we allowed it in the young, but we think they don’t understand love. Their province is infatuation. Adults require 75 minutes. The pheromones don’t take that long. They … Continue reading →

And so it was. We had a wake for Mr. Fartham, and then we played Bingo for mementos. The wake was not about drinking out of pewter or any hope of Mr. Fartham rising again. Rather, we reminisced around him … Continue reading →

Elizabeth strode into the room. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do with all of Dad’s things…” She tossed her head as she complained, swinging her chin-length yellow hair toward the objects that filled the table. She tended … Continue reading →

I was a liar, too. Usually I told untruths to improve the story rather than to duck blame, which is a justification about as worthy as not making money at one’s crime. When I was seven I claimed I’d spun … Continue reading →

My brother John was born when I was 2½ years old. He was a difficult baby. He came with crooked feet so he spent his first several months with casts on his tiny legs. He was bluish at birth and … Continue reading →