Fiction

Flight of the Garage Men

Raymond was out in the garage, as usual. He was building something. Sawing, drilling, hammering. Just what my headache needed. When I went out to the kitchen...

The Owl

Every so often, I see the image of that owl Andy Fuller shot and killed back when we were boys. We were friends due to proximity. We were the only kids who w...

Fish Food

The fish tank is there, and nobody knows why, or how, or even when it arrived. I ask my daughter this morning, ask my mother-in-law this afternoon, and the fish...

The Ouija Board Inspector

On that cursed day when we ruined Wallace Cotts, the Ouija board inspector, we’d gathered near the sanding station to watch him press his ear to the glossy box ...

Refinery Lights

The refineries at night look like a sprawling space station repair base, flares aglow against a dark sky full of choked out stars, tanks full of liquids I can n...

Another Landmass

He will not be talking about Barentsburg, tonight. He, William Edwards, Emeritus Professor, frequent guest lecturer on Arctic cruises, will talk about much to d...

Kettle Pond

The bubbles surfaced before the bus arrived every morning. Marissa stood by the kettle pond, peering into the leaf-choked water. A pitch pine had snapped halfwa...

Only in Public

A man died here two weeks ago. He ran into the coffee shop, looking for whatever passed as sanctuary. But his murderer didn’t care about the well-lit space, the...

The Hug

Wheeling Mama into the gym is when it catches me, all the anxiety. When Coach first made the suggestion, I couldn’t be anxious because her idea was sweet. My mo...

The Great Bear

In the far tail of the galaxy spiral, on the third planet in the solar system, there is a strange land called Ohio. Once, large predator animals lived there. Fi...