About kingmidget
About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes.
I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.
Chapters 1 and 2 are here. Chapters 3 and 4 are here. Chapters 5 and 6 are here. Chapters 7 and 8 are here. Chapter 9. The End “Come on, gentlemen. They’re just about done serving lunch.” “Eh.” Mike … Continue reading →
Chapters 1 and 2 are here. Chapters 3 and 4 are here. Chapters 5 and 6 are here. Chapter 7. Gene If he opened his eyes, the sun would hurt, and he would be reminded of where he was. … Continue reading →
Chapters 1 and 2 are here. Chapters 3 and 4 are here. Chapter 5. A Quiet Night As darkness descends on Shady Acres, there’s one more stop to make before we shut this down for the day and see … Continue reading →
Chapters 1 and 2 are here. Chapter 3. A Kitchen Surprise “Here it is,” the clerk said, in front of the door with 20D in bronze lettering above the peephole. “Thanks, Stanley.” “Let me know if you need … Continue reading →
This is not a new story. I wrote it a number of years ago and published it in one of my short story collections. An event today reminded me of it. So, thought I’d share. The story, in its entirety, … Continue reading →
It’s a process. A mission. To do it exactly right. It begins across from Westminster Presbyterian where I enter the circuit. Once across the crosswalk, where the camellias bloom under the shady canopy of a group of redwoods, I turn … Continue reading →
“Papa. I’m scared.” Sami whispered. “Ssshhh,” his Papa whispered back. “There is no reason to be scared. We will be going soon. Where we will be safe.” They whispered in the dark. In the cold. Their breath creating misty clouds. … Continue reading →
