Happiness. It's relative.
If she left Hastings by noon, she could get to the Mackinac Bridge by six, cross over to the U.P. and be at her campsite by eight. But first, she had to get the RV key off John’s thick metal key ring holding all… Continue Reading “Darla and Fitz: Part One”
Finally, she was parallel to her dog. She kicked her legs to push herself high out of the water and yelled “THIS WAY! THIS WAY!” She treaded water in the thick wave and pointed to the shore. “THIS WAY! THIS WAY!” He came. Grady’s… Continue Reading “Part 3: Grady and Irene”
“Grady! GRADY!” His head erupted from the water. His front paws flailed in the air like he was trying to climb a ladder. Was he standing on his back feet? Maybe. He was five feet tall when he stood on his back feet and… Continue Reading “Part 2: Grady and Irene”
Grady was an Alaskan Husky born and raised at a sled dog kennel in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Initially trained for the legendary Iditarod sled dog race, Grady ran lesser races in the Midwest and then pulled sleds full of tourists through the north woods.… Continue Reading “Part 1: Grady and Irene”
“Helen, I brought someone to meet you.” There was no answer. Brian touched his wife’s arm. She jerked away. “Stop it! Don’t touch me!” “I’m sorry, Helen. I brought a friend, she’s right here…..” “Daisy? Daisy, is that you?” Helen peered at Daisy, her… Continue Reading “Seasoning: Part 3”
I was on my way out the door when Margaret moved in. Well, not literally out the door. I had three more weeks of rehab after breaking both my legs, can you believe it, in a fall down the basement stairs. It was a… Continue Reading “A New Year’s Eve Story: Margaret’s Billy”
I know that there are 10,000 rivers’ worth of knowledge that I don’t have. People study the short story as an art form. They know about point of view and when to use which tense. They know about characters and conflict and a story… Continue Reading “What I Know about Writing Short Stories After Having Written Four of Them”
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