Short Fiction and other Desultory Musings
“You see that notch, right there on the top of that mountain?” Jack said, extending his arm. “Look through it. See that ridge behind it? That is where the Spanish buried their gold.” Jack and I had just hiked up to the top of Mount Pico Blanco on the Big Sur Coast. The blue Pacific... Continue Reading →
Chris began to question the wisdom of his trip. It had been just three days since Hurricane Katrina struck the Mississippi Gulf Coast, leaving more destruction than he had anticipated. He picked his way on foot through the rubble and down Howard Avenue toward the eastern edge of Biloxi to find his grandmother’s house, and... Continue Reading →
Raymond thought he heard a light tap on the outside of his trailer door, but perhaps not. It could have been the wind or a twig from the cottonwood tree he was parked under. He wasn’t expecting any visitors this evening. Raymond returned to his book and took another sip of tea. Again, a tap.... Continue Reading →
Milton had a gruesome death. A fillet knife was plunged deep between his ribs and into his lungs. His assailant, a man he did not know, dropped the knife on the floor and fled. Blood slowly filled his chest. Breathing was hard. He pulled himself off the bed and collapsed on the floor. Blackness closed... Continue Reading →
