Category Archives: Fiction

Deano bent over the camping gear in the attic, brushing away the cobwebs and dried out flies, careful not to lift his head to the sloped roof with nails sticking down through any number of the shingles that had been … Continue reading →

They’d been at it all day. Walking, swinging the detector, alternating between who would yell ‘here’ and who would dig. The yells came on fast and furious in the first couple of hours. As the day wore, the yells turned … Continue reading →

“Fish on!” His rod doubled over as the rainbow tore line off the reel right down to the backing.   The guide was rowing the boat around, yelling at Alex to keep the rod up, “Use the rod, use the rod. … Continue reading →

My boy called the other day. My boy. Listen to me. My boy. My boy’s 40-something, nearly 50 year’s old. Can you imagine? I still call him ‘my boy. Maybe I’m getting old. What am I talking about? Hell, I … Continue reading →

Clifford Danforth couldn’t have cared less. There’d been the rumors for a while now; the President would be coming and it was all the town talked about. “Honestly?” asked the headline of an editorial in The Boothbay Register, the town’s … Continue reading →

(This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual Pippas, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.) “You’re using too much water.” “What?” “I … Continue reading →

(A tad too close to home?  Well, it’s a bit of Maple Ave and Sudbury, I won’t deny, and a bit of me these days.)  “We’re done here Mr. Goodrich!”  It was the guy in charge of the movers, Joey … Continue reading →

(This is one of my earlier stories for the class taught by Patrick McCord of Write Yourself Free and a bloody fine teacher he is.  The story got some positive attention in class and I rather like it myself.) THE … Continue reading →