Category: Fiction

The rocky ground made it hard to drive in the thin metal post, but putting it up was essential. With

Danielle awoke and breathed in before she thought. The air stifled rather than refreshed, same as last time. But she

Elmer seemed as dumb as the box of rocks he was carrying. A stranger finally asked him why he was

“Thanks very much,” Zelda said to the tailor. “You’re as handy as a shirt on a pocket.” In through the

“Do you write fiction?” “No.” And until recently, that has been the end of the conversation. As a busy web