Category: Stories

Strange Hours

The forest is full of embers. The humid evening hums as glowing insects flit round phosphorescent moss. My boots sink into clay setting the meter against which the owl hoots and the boar grunts. It is an ancient place the swamp. Primeval trees with…

Chipping Paint

Small southern towns that bake beneath a low hanging sun. If you’ve seen them all then you haven’t seen any. Did you ever sit under Magnolia blossoms, next to a jar of crickets, as your friend’s sister twirled on a tireswing. A tireswing that…

French Words

“What’s the use of passion?” “That’s not my forte in the first place.” “Oh, I like that word forte…it sounds French.” “Probably.” “Do you know any more French words?” “Sure.” “Like what?” “Blasé.” “O that one’s nice. What’s it mean?” “It’s the face you’re…

Delivery – Short Story

Band stickers, college parking passes, crumpled bits of fast food wrappers… ‘Good.’ I was relieved. “One more minute and I woulda left without you.” The driver joked. “It’s not as bad as it seems…by the looks of the cars…they’re just students…who probably rented the…