Category Archives: Fiction

I’m really a rotten person. My mother was totally right. I’m selfish and lazy and even nasty. It takes one to know one – that’s how I can spot the phonies and users. (I’d avoid this whole deal if I … Continue reading →

They had to walk single file between trees for a minute or two. They came to an open space overlooking the rocky cove, and they paused. Spot investigated gopher holes; his tail swept the air like a metronome. “Anyway … … Continue reading →

Isabelle was looking straight ahead as they walked but she caught some movement in her peripheral vision and turned to the right. “Is that Rusty-the-slut?” Rosie peered where Isabelle faced. A tall figure was moving away from a parked silver … Continue reading →

Rosie seemed preoccupied with her shoe. She was bent over and busy with the lace, so Isabelle looked at the back of her head. “Belle,” Rosie began, aiming her words at the sand, “I don’t want to beat a dead … Continue reading →

“I will not willingly surrender myself to the medical industry.” That had always been one of Isabelle’s assertions, and Rosie accepted it as much as she could. Everyone else said “Oh, you’ll sing a different tune if you’re ever diagnosed … Continue reading →

After a few hours everyone had been rebooked and bused to nearby motels. Each passenger was dispensed a small blue pack with a tiny tube of toothpaste, a pull-apart travel toothbrush and rudimentary shaving gear, and a coupon worth a … Continue reading →

In general, from fifth grade to 59, Lilah just didn’t go there. The few times she vomited involved alcohol, unconciousness, and the kindness of some fellow partiers. Except for the London trip. Lilah’s parents determined that they would celebrate their … Continue reading →

  Lilah was never a good vomiter. Her whole family avoided the process, opting instead to suffer through the clutches of stomach cramps until the problem descended into their intestines, where they were all more comfortable about the issue. Of … Continue reading →