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Sally was fed up with the mockery about how she cut her own hair. Her friends thought she was cheap or crazy or both, but she shrugged them off. Why give all that money to somebody to do what you could do yourself with… Continue Reading “Meeting: A New Year’s Day Story (Fiction)”
“It’s premature to talk about where to bury the cat.” Artie shook out the Sunday paper and then refolded it so the first page of the obituaries would be on top. He did this every week, sort through the paper to find the death… Continue Reading “Where Should We Bury the Cat? A Story of Devotion and Grief”
This is Part Two of a story I published here a few days ago. Here’s the link to Part One. If you’ve not read Part One, Part Two is really going to seem weird. It might seem weird anyway. I love writing short stories… Continue Reading “A U.P. Story – Hello Again: Part Two”
Practically all the townspeople were there. All the seats at the bar were taken, folks two and three deep behind the one lucky enough to score a bar stool. All the tables filled, too, with extra folding chairs brought out from the back. Wet… Continue Reading “A U.P. Story – Hello Again: Part One”
Winter had already sawed away at her face and cracked the skin on her fingers. It happened every year. The wind and rain of November gave way to the wet snow of December and then January came with its frightful cold and the wind,… Continue Reading “Hard-Hearted, a Short Story”
I woke up at five this morning trying to untie the knot of a short story I am writing. It’s a surreal story, probably about dementia or mental illness or some inability to sort out the real from imagined. Of course, the central character… Continue Reading “The Weird Magic of Short Story Writing”
The day she picked was cold and clear. Thin plumes of clouds floated over a Lake Superior that was spring blue, indigo blue, like the massive lake had rested all winter to flower on this day. The wind came from the northwest, swooping its… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part Three”
Her daughter came in April for Rennie’s birthday. They drove to Marquette and had dinner in a restaurant on the top floor of the big hotel there. Rennie felt like she had been brought to New York City, the place was that thick with… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part Two”
November came. Rennie’s daughter invited her to come down to Lansing for Thanksgiving, but Rennie said no. She’d met a man. “What man?” her daughter asked, and then said, “Bring him, Mom! He can meet all our crazy relatives.” Rennie said no, that… Continue Reading “Rennie’s Log Slide Dream (What Happens Next): Part One”
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