The Girl In Blue

The Girl In Blue

I wish I still had the short fiction story. It was the first thing I wrote that was “published,” if you call the mimeographed version of the West Junior High School Sword and Shield being published. Once that newspaper hit the halls, I knew I had found the thing I...

Dry Bones

The boy crept silently through the back alley to the elderly lady’s house. It was a small bungalow with overgrown bushes all around. He liked the bushes. Great cover for getting in and out of a house at night, especially a house that wasn’t his. An Easy Job He...
The Breakup

The Breakup

I thought we were good together and then you do this to me. You seemed to be there every time I needed you. I thought you made my life better and that we were the perfect team. You listened when I cried and just your tangible presence comforted me in a way I thought...
Rediscovering Lydia

Rediscovering Lydia

She sits in her room and looks out the window. What would it be like to a part of a great and glorious world like that? Instead she stays hidden away. She thinks she is not enough to be of any good to anybody. Truth be known, it is difficult for her to move past her...
The Old Man’s Gift

The Old Man’s Gift

The old man in the orange plaid trousers, tan shirt and red cap sat on the park bench and watched as the grade school boys played baseball. He came every day to watch them swing at the ball, observe their stance, the placement of their hands on the bat, the way the...