More Fiction
Bag of Bones
I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized my suspicions were correct. Their house is a mirror image of mine.
Dance with the Tambourine Man
He looked like he was at the wrong party. He loved Bob Dylan, said "Isis" was the song that led him into archaeology.
Your Move
The sharp eyes became uncertain as they looked from the board to his granddaughter. “Do you want to know?”
Flying South
A solo vacation presupposes singleness but I’m a woman in the top half of my thirties, so I reassure myself being here alone isn’t tragic. Yet.
The Curfew That Stretches to Eternity
Don't believe the stories you hear, the radio warns us. Most of them are rumors.
Saltwater Taffy
We gobble Mom’s candy like we haven’t had a meal in days, and like we are doing it behind her back and could be caught at any moment and spanked.
Tascadora, Texas, 1935
Everyone in town turns out to watch the miracle unfold, the triumph of man-made science over nature.
