Short Fiction – The Great Divide

Short Fiction – The Great Divide

  Let there be a little country without many people. Let them have tools that do the work of ten or a hundred, and never use them. Let them be mindful of death and disinclined to long journeys. They’d have ships and carriages, but no place to go. They’d have armor and...
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Short Fiction – My Cocaine Daze

Short Fiction – My Cocaine Daze

  The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.  Proverbs 30:1  There have been a lot of ravens hanging around here. More than usual. If I was superstitious, I’d be...
Short Fiction – Fletcher

Short Fiction – Fletcher

  My dad liked to drive his tan Chevy truck on short trips away from the hotel where he lived. He owned a hotel in the magic mountains. That’s what we called the Sierras. He lived in the hotel after he divorced my mom. In the magic mountains there were bears and...
Short Fiction – If I Were Dead

Short Fiction – If I Were Dead

 Hello darkness my old friend                        Paul Simon It’s been several weeks since I’ve been able to communicate with anyone. No internet, no phone, no television, no radio, no TV, no newspaper, no books—nothing. Not even the chance conversation. But, you...