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Famine is to Family as Murder is to Mother

Allen Sherman loved his mother. Her maiden name was Achtung. She was of Prussian ancestry, though she was loathe to admit it. She preferred to tell lies, claiming Scottish lineage on her mother’s side, with a direct line to nobility … Continue reading

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Echoes

Another vignette that may find its way into something I write. Surely you remember those kisses. Those hundreds upon hundreds of kisses. We were shy, at least I was, but we shattered that obstacle somehow. We broke every rule. Yet … Continue reading

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Postprandial Ruminations

The Little Apple Brewing Company was a bit of a disappointment. The food was fine, but the single beer (the Riley’s Red Ale) was just adequate. And the atmosphere was most definitely not the sort I’m used to experiencing in … Continue reading

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Speaking of Change

“Carvings. Wood carvings. That’s what they are. For a moment, I thought they were paintings. From a distance, it’s hard to see that the pieces are three dimensional. Have you ever done any wood carving? I used to, when I … Continue reading

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The Strange Story of Selena

Selena was a raccoon aficionado. She collected raccoons the way some people collect cigars. And like people who collect cigars, she periodically smoked some of the raccoons she collected, though not like people smoke cigars. She kept most of her … Continue reading

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Swedish Designs

Lina Lindström’s career in criminal forensics exposed her to what can arise from bungling, blind rage. At the same time, though, she witnessed outcomes created through careful planning and precise execution. Though both approaches led to murder, she often was … Continue reading

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What’s All the Fracas?

His birth certificate read “Fracas Edward Schlattery, Jr.”  According to the document, he was born to Lisa Starling Schlattery, age twenty-six, and Micah Delfino Schlattery, age twenty-three. Fracas Corbett didn’t  wonder who his namesake might have been until he reached … Continue reading

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Deflection

He was odd, Granger was. He grew up on the coast of Newfoundland, eating a steady diet of seafood. Over the years, he was a voracious reader, especially science and nonfiction. By the time he was twenty, he decided that … Continue reading

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Dank

The humid morning air, so thick with moisture that light cannot find a clear path in the mist, presents a challenge to flying creatures. Insects’ wings, laden with dew, struggle to give them flight. Birds opt to sit on water-logged … Continue reading

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Bidding for Worship

Listen carefully to the voice in your head. Listen to its tenor and timbre as it urges you to consider or reconsider aspects of your life you thought had long since been settled. You may not even hear it if … Continue reading

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Distant Designs

Lina awakened me. I felt her two fingers tiptoe up and down my back, one on each side of my spine. She tread gently at first. With restrained but increasing pressure, she ensured that I was aware of her presence. … Continue reading

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Ode to Edward

A is for Arnold who choked on his ego. B is for Barney killed in Oswego. C is for Carmen who fell off a bridge. D is for Dennis who got locked in a fridge. E is for Everett burned … Continue reading

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Disconnections on Steroids

I spent time this evening trying to create some semblance of order to some of the short fiction I’ve written, including a number of pieces I’ve posted here. My objective is to collect pieces that might reasonably be said to … Continue reading

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Deliver Me

Gavin Colquist shrieked, his clothes catching on thorns and branches as he sprinted through the underbrush. By the time he had run the thirty yards to his car, thin red lines paralleled the rips in his polyester button-down shirt. His torn … Continue reading

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Wine Thinking and Drinking

I’m sipping a Jacob’s Creek Shiraz-Cabernet blend. The wine snobs on Vivino talk trash about it, saying such things as these: “Not a wine to cherish. Pepper and vanilla stood out but a rather generic fruit flavour. Was a little … Continue reading

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Art Critic

Acerbic in her praise of the fruits of your labors that flowed like rivers  of blood from your fingers, she spoke of the promise of your efforts, the potential in your art, as if promise and potential were words of praise, rather … Continue reading

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Slaughterhouse Vignette

Ribbon Scrawl was tall and stupid. He was the kind of stupid you find in shuttered slaughterhouses, the kind of stupid you avoid if you’re smart. And you’re smart. Or you thought you were, until you found yourself locked in … Continue reading

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Market Vignette

The aroma of vanilla floods my nostrils. Somewhere among the clutter of stalls, sweet vanilla cakes are offered to those with a sweet tooth and money to spend. Everyone wandering the stalls here has at least a little money to … Continue reading

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Pedestrian Improper

I sprint toward the other side of the highway, hoping to reach the shoulder before the car speeding in my direction reaches me. I misjudge its speed. It’s almost here and I’m only inches from the middle of the road. … Continue reading

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Ward of the Corporation

A few years ago, I had an idea for a story I’ve never written. The story I envisioned would take place near the end of this century, following a catastrophic world-wide economic depression.  Jobs would be in very short supply … Continue reading

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Guilt by Reason of Aforethought

This may seem like I’m stereotyping. Okay, I’m stereotyping. I’ll admit that up front, before the reader gets to that point at which I am clearly stereotyping. So, there will be no condemnation of the fact that I’m unwittingly stereotyping … Continue reading

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Enter the Animal

Enter the animal. He prowls like a cat. But he’s a monster unknown. He’s a creature prehistoric, an enigma that stalks the night looking for victims to satisfy his appetite for fresh flesh and streaming blood. The sky darkens and leaves in … Continue reading

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This Post Has No Title, Nor Message

A medical bill, associated with my recent colonoscopy, arrived in today’s mail. It was for pathology work. I logged on to my medical records to find details of the pathology report. As I already knew, the pathology exam found nothing … Continue reading

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Seeking

We long for connections, intersections, kisses; spaces between our fears and acceptance, between the unknown and the richness of knowledge so deep we cannot comprehend its wingspan. We long for beauty in the absence of truth. Modesty tells us to hide our … Continue reading

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Bitter Woman

Her smile conceals savage fury of infinite intensity. Look closely enough and you’ll see bitterness escaping from the upturned corners of her mouth. Beware the simmering anger, hidden beneath her engaging grin, capable of erupting in full-throated rage. In an instant, the acrimony growing … Continue reading

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