Short Fiction and other Desultory Musings
Small chunks of ice fell from the glacier above; I could not see Justin. He was somewhere at the upper end of the rope I was holding, over the ledge, climbing higher. The wind picked up as the morning sun rose over the southern tip of the Andes Mountains. Cold found its way to my... Continue Reading →
I sat at my desk to plan a road trip for Marcia and me to the Pacific Northwest. Cool air-conditioning dropped from the ceiling vents in my upstairs office. A big leather chair had me perched in front of a 22-inch monitor with a keyboard at my fingertips. Google, MapQuest, and the Airstream Forum were right there... Continue Reading →
The strike indicator dropped quietly below the water's surface, I gently lifted with the tip of my fly rod to set the hook, and the line went taught. Suddenly, a dark shadow bolted across the river channel toward deeper water, line spilled from my reel as the drag gears let out a whine. The fish shot downstream,... Continue Reading →
How I long to be self-sufficient and free - an explorer in uncharted territory, a cowboy on the open range, a vagabond with nowhere, in particular, to go - traveling without schedules, reservations, or connections, having responsibilities to no one but myself and my companion. The open road before me, my worries behind. All that I need - food,... Continue Reading →
A hunting knife hung from his belt as he stood midstream, helping his barefoot girlfriend cross the slippery rocks; clear water wetted the bottom of his rolled-up jeans. Marcia and I were next to cross the creek, and we sat on the bank to remove our boots. Watching the couple climb the far bank, I couldn't fathom why he needed to... Continue Reading →
