Category: My Fiction

Wet Weather

Wet Weather publ. in MENSA Best of the Best

The sky, greyed with storm clouds, hid the motions of the rain person. Between each drop and within many shadows moved the person who caused that which has no cause.

Bingo Day

Bingo Day card

Most of my year at St. Jerome grammar school was a pleasure, but Bingo Day in the 8th grade was an exception.

Happy Path

One Happy Path

Blake developed a new status–‘The Happy Path’. If your program worked for good data, it was assigned to the Happy Path.

Decision in Ireland

Upper Pasture May 3, 1798 Patrick Hamill stepped his way down the path leading from the upper pastures of the Antrim Mountains. Patrick was a wiry, black-haired youth of 17. He was of medium height, now that his growth spurt had kicked in. He wasn’t solid like his Da or Hugh, his older brother. His…


Suited man holding a silver cup

The opening notes of the old Queen hit “We Are the Champions” rang out of Amy’s desk. Pushing the project funding graph forward, Amy opened the desk’s bottom drawer to get her cell phone. Her favorite photo of Ryan lit the screen. “Hi, Honey,” she said. “Make it quick, please. It’s only a few minutes…

Church Clothes

While ‘90s rap played in many houses, while contemporary America bought machines to cook without fire and to clean floors automatically—luxuries and delights beyond the imaginations of pharaohs, kings, and people of early in this century—another task remained beyond technology. Teenagers struggled to escape childhood rules and to make choices sensible to a world unfolding…


(How does a bully see the world?) “Judy,” my little sister calls to me from across the basement.  “Momma wants to know.  Do you want a sandwich?” I jump back from the basement window, which I’d been watching the backyard.  “Clara, don’t sneak up on me.”  I soften my tone and bite off the end…

Deep in His Own Well

Who is the man Sandy is talking to?
Oh, never mind. To see Michel Fokine dance to the music of Stravinsky would be heaven indeed.