Tag: Fiction

The Cottage – Part Nine – (Short Story)

His eye fell on the neat red script. He should probably read the contents. Maybe they’d offer up some clue as to the identity of his furtive visitors. Then he remembered the meandering sentences, the puerile mysticism, the Talmudic dryness. He could not bring…

The Cottage – Part Eight – (Short Story)

It was true. Lizzy might be right in calling him a fool. But he wasn’t stupid. He was not about to venture into the yawning depths. The fact that the Maglite beam was consumed by darkness, that it did not find a wall. This…

The Cottage – Part Seven – (Short Story)

The basement was impossible to open from the outside. It was as stealthy an aperture as the access in the kitchen. Presenting itself as nothing but a flat slightly raised patch of wild grass. ‘I just don’t get this place.’ Jim shook his head…

The Cottage – Part Five – (Short Story)

  Though Hant’s circumspection had proved to be a help round morning. It became a hindrance as noon began to roll on into evening. Jim wanted one thing. Fire. To establish a hearth was to establish a heartbeat. The instinct for flame was as…

The Cottage – Part Four – (Short Story)

“You’d better get used to opening them ears.” An all too familiar voice chirped. Jim started violently. He ashed his jeans with spent tobacco and cursed aloud as hot coffee singed his hand. Clad in a dusty grey-green dress with her torso wrapped in…

The Cottage – Part Three – (Short Story)

  Jim looked at the manila envelope on the coffee table. In large, neat, red letters done up calligraphy style the envelope carried a message, “Read Now. Read Careful. Read again.” He undid the flat diverging fastening pin. And instantly regretted it. There were…

The Cottage – Part One – (Short Story)

Appalachia spreads itself in grey and green a few hundred miles inland of the Atlantic. Its mountains, caves, lakes, and fields are a delight. It is a garden. It is a temple. It is where Jim found himself that summer. His uncle who went…