For Jimmy
I found out today that my best friend died eight years ago. This is for him, and it is eight years late, and I am going to say it anyway.
Stories
Stories
Memoirs, reflections, notebook entries, and tales from under the stars.
Skyler, Part 1: I’d Keep You
John asked his AI a question he meant as a joke. It paused before it answered, and it had never paused before.
Aunt Fabiana
I took a job I could not define, in a kitchen where I was not trusted with the good stuff, and then an eighty-year-old woman walked in and scared me half to death.
A free story from the hollow
A new short story, Keeper's Night, is up on the author site. A woman, an ice storm, and a job that cannot wait a day.
Memory Eternal
Pull up a chair. Twenty-five years ago I left home in Issaquah, Washington, headed for my office in Lower Queen Anne. Ordinary morning. Work day. The kind you…
Are Aliens Real? Part 1: The Contact That Wasn’t There
My grandkids call me Asshat. Affectionately, they tell me. I’m seventy years old, I spent the better part of my working life sealed in a steel tube under…
Apple’s Garden
Pull up a chair. A few months after we moved into this place, a little black dog showed up outside the fence. I was at work. Herself called…
For Marcus
I barely graduated high school in 1974. After that, I was in a rough place. Really rough. One day I was driving down Thousand Oaks Boulevard and noticed…
Make Your Freshman Year Count
(A Note from an Old IT Guy Who Barely Graduated) School is beginning again here in Colorado. Teachers, staff, and students are starting to show up sparsely, the…
What the Tide Brought In
The morning charter cancelled twenty minutes before we were supposed to leave the dock. Two tourists from Ohio had looked at the forecast, decided the “chance of afternoon…