Category Archives: Fiction

The Smokers Club

While I struggle with writing new stuff, I’m working on submitting existing stories.  One of my current projects is to put together a collection of short stories for consideration by Willow Springs Books, which is running a contest for the … Continue reading

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Who Is Maureen Nesbitt?

Another oldie, written back when I was writing a lot.  I post this while I ponder and make slow progress towards another piece of The Jump.   Who Is Maureen Nesbitt? Who is Maureen Nesbitt?  A thought passed through my … Continue reading

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The Jump

There’s still a traveling show. It just doesn’t come with elephants and acrobats.  No clowns. No popcorn. Or much of anything else. There aren’t three rings either.  It’s been a long time since a circus traveled the country. It’s been … Continue reading

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February 29 — Page Three

Page One. Page Two. Johnny, I assume, went back to his base, maybe served a little bit of time in Marine prison, or whatever it was he might have to do for his AWOL. I slipped back out into space … Continue reading

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Every Four Years — Page Two

Page One Footloose. It was the movie that winter. Everybody was seeing it, but we never made it and I have never been able to watch that movie. I was looking back at Ginny, saying something to her about our … Continue reading

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Every Four Years

It was something we started in high school, Johnny Mac and me. Only when we started we didn’t actually know we were starting a tradition that would last for years to come. We’d been friends since the 4th grade. He … Continue reading

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The Story Behind the Story

I feel kind of like a magician revealing the secrets, but as a reader I have always wanted to know how authors come up with their stories and get from beginning to end.  Chicago, was a particularly trying story for … Continue reading

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