Monthly Archives: March 2022

Eve sat alone looking around her empty house. It was deafeningly quiet. In the year since her husband died, it had been a whirlwind of must dos. She went through every stage they say and busily performed all the never-ending … Continue reading →

Jake is a busy guy. Every time he starts a project, or just thinks about starting something, he gets interrupted. Most of the time they’re annoying minor interruptions: phone calls, a knock at the door, text messages from work, the … Continue reading →

As I approached Chez Bon Appetite I scanned the most prized outdoor tables. A couple dripping with class and money (they don’t always go together) tapped their glasses in salute to their good fortune which included a table at the … Continue reading →

“You an’ me’s got unfinished bizniss,” the old man growled.  He had sidled up from behind as I was packing groceries into the trunk of my car. “You and I?” I replied, somewhat startled.  I had no idea who he … Continue reading →

Night 1 There he was laying on the kitchen floor. Next to him was the cast iron frying pan. But what happened? Who could have done this? I was sleeping; did I hear something?  Barefooted, I ran toward the front … Continue reading →

Bucket list. Silly term for the ideals, aspirations, and experiences that have shaped our lives. You know, things to do before we kick the bucket. You can read about them, gaze with curiosity into the vast potential of “things to … Continue reading →

Marvin was obsessed with writing according to his wife, Tess. It was his passion and he admitted it often woke him up early or delayed lunch and supper as he rushed to the keyboard to hammer out his thoughts.  He … Continue reading →

 by Diane Hanley 3/24/22 It was surely an enigma, a mysterious thing, That the black skillet lay upside down on the floor, but didn’t fall… It was a puzzle, just something confusing, A black dirty wrench found cast on the … Continue reading →

Lieutenant Baskins was in charge of the investigation. It wasn’t her first murder investigation, far from it. Since transferring to homicide ten years ago, it felt as though she had a fresh case every week. Most of the bodies she … Continue reading →

A few summers ago, in the company of friends, my wife and I went hiking along an old railway line in the Ontario north-country.  The right-of-way—a narrow slash through the bush, now largely overgrown—cut and curved its endless path ahead … Continue reading →

Even as a young boy, the idea of traveling the globe, meeting different people, and exploring unknown places fascinated me. As I got older, I crisscrossed the U.S. and Canada, taking in all each country offered. My wandering spirit was … Continue reading →

Just as Livia had predicted with her GPS wizardry, the sign popped up on the  right side of the westbound two-lane blacktop, leaning slightly askance on two wooden posts. WELCOME TO T R A N S L A T I … Continue reading →

Note: Same picture as other has posted. I sit outside my church wondering if I should go in. I hear the melodic sounds of the congregation singing Christmas hymns. It sounds much better from here than inside. Together, they combine … Continue reading →

Hello Lord. It’s been awhile since we had a one on one talk. I haven’t forgottenYour omnipresent glory or Your never-ending love for mankind. I’ve just been up to my ass in alligators (figuratively speaking or course) and haven’t had … Continue reading →

The congregation bowed their heads in reverent reflection as the vicar droned on about the evils of sin and the ultimate reward for the righteous. His ability to preach about topics they had recently been thinking about baffled them. This … Continue reading →

The old man was dressed in black. He knelt before the altar. He was motionless. His hands clutched each other trying to hang onto this life in desperate prayer. His arms were braced firmly on the back of the pew … Continue reading →

The five horsemen tethered their mounts near the stream in the woodlot at the bottom of the expansive lawn behind Rose Hill, the sprawling home of Colonel Daniel French Dulany, chief aide to Francis H. Pierpoint. recently appointed by President … Continue reading →

author note: This is a completely fictional story written for the journalism prompt. Ft Myers resident Linda Call is mad as hell and she’s not going to take it anymore. At a recent city council meeting, Call used a turkey … Continue reading →

A Two thirty, nature call  A trip to the dual flush, elongated Kohler edifice Stumble back to Egyptian cotton Bury your face in the oversize My Pillow “When it rains, it pours” Wake from the quietus  The pillow is angry, … Continue reading →

The stadium scoreboard clock hits zero. The Officials raised their hands, terminating the gladiator’s bread and circus spectacle. A game was finished with another multiple touchdown performance. The post puerile females positioned their adolescent personalities into a semicircle, surrounding the … Continue reading →