Bad Counsel (part one)

Short Stories Bad Counsel (part one)                   This is one of the bigger things, this teaching of lessons. We descend a hill, soon to stand among the cattails at the lip of the frog pond, with Andrée and Sam Magruder, a man who may be her father. […]

Be a Helper (conclusion)

      Be a Helper (part three)     He calmed himself over ginger cake. There was Mrs. Langham to consider, whose husband thought her not worth bringing along, nor asking what she thought herself about the woolens. And if the sprites wreaked havoc with the crops… You couldn’t call it sense, punishing someone […]

Be a Helper (part two)

      Be a Helper (part two)     “I’ll card,” said Whimbrel. “Or I’ll sit at the wheel and Gadwall can hand me up.” “None of you will spin. You spin to excess.” Jorinda, bless her, almost had relieved Bede of his entourage. The sprites could be drawn off to bunch at each […]

Be a Helper (part one)

        Be a Helper (part one)   Now it is the case with sprites, that one rule curtails them. In the Realm are a thousand variants, as to types and strengths of magic; and probably a thousand areas of specialization. Groundworts and lugdors have their wishes, as do box turtles and flying […]

The Ad Said (conclusion)

Short Stories The Ad Said (part two)               “No, they’ll have chairs at the station. We’ll have to move careful, soon as we get into town, see if we spot anything in the gutter.” “Yeah…I wish we had just a dollar, so we could get coffee and a snack […]

The Ad Said (part one)

Short Stories The Ad Said (part one)               The ad said: “Girls wanted. Good wages. Steady hours.” It said also: “Must pass physical exam.” “You’re crazy,” their mother said. Hester smacked Hermina’s arm. “Come on! Let’s go down to the corner.” The corner meant the drugstore, where they might […]

Heckler (conclusion)

      Heckler (conclusion)     “So like, my cost per credit hour was two-hundred something, toss in fees, round it up, say the minimum wage goes to fifteen…say I work a shift and a half at Starbucks, pays for one credit hour at state… Or maybe not, I’m an English Lit dropout, not […]

Heckler (part two)

      Heckler (part two)     You’re guessing I didn’t like the sound of this? No shit, but…working for Delaney is this way. You do good, he gives you more jobs. You say no to a job, maybe he’ll call you. To hand out coupons on the street, dressed like a Thanksgiving turkey. […]

Heckler (part one)

      Heckler (part one)     One of the people I know told me about these guys. Like if you wanted a loser property you owned out of the way, it’s ashes, no one finds a trace wrong…cause they use some military kind of laser. You get a little free money from the […]

Flash Fiction: The Volunteer

Flash Fiction The Volunteer                         His arm held in the grip of officialdom, he would tug, but gently, allowing himself otherwise to be moved along. He would search faces for the onlooker willing to meet his eyes, and flash a smile to convey that […]