Last Night. Click here.
I have a draft of a story I’ve been working on for a while. The Pamunkey river flows into it.
“Language is more than words,” my great grandmother told me. She held a little book on her lap, leather bound, tied up with string–very old. She patted it and smiled and rocked forward in her chair, an old porch rocker.
A short story. It’s not Christmas bells ringing. Click to read.
Don’t be fooled by smallness. Little things are powerful. New story.
A fictional, short story that country roads and rainy weather inspires. A quick read.
I’m keeping my promise to write everyday. Here’s a little something magical.
I submitted a new story to Narrative Magazine today. I wrote it in October. Here’s a tiny excerpt:
I have the hots for Ava and one of these days, she’s going to get the picture and I am going to make a breakthrough. I don’t know what’s holding Ava back. Well, I do actually. It’s the two big obstacles…
Meet Stella. Click here.
Here’s a short, short story. Hope you like it.