The Beach House
My brother Val and I had gone to the beach house for Thanksgiving. This was 1944, before my marriage or … Continue reading The Beach House
My brother Val and I had gone to the beach house for Thanksgiving. This was 1944, before my marriage or … Continue reading The Beach House
A large wreath on the front door was made of faded and cracked plastic flowers. You know, those plastic flowers … Continue reading Vintage Halloween (with Wolfhounds and Ancient Vampires)
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“I’m remembered the way my asshole older brother Mike remembers me. I’ll always be a child, and never the accomplished … Continue reading Right Now (Seeing People On Their Own Terms)
This afternoon I found a tiny baby coyote in my front yard. As soon as the little thing saw me … Continue reading The Subject of Relationships and Other Paranormal Concerns
With summer temperatures reaching towards 120F we headed down south to Southern California, to Long Beach to visit our daughter. … Continue reading Ashes
Her arms were covered with dozens of silver bangles she’d picked up Nepal about 60 years ago. It seemed an … Continue reading Watch And Wait
While the rest of the country was freezing Ramona was digging up her raised beds in Long Beach. She and … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Spreading It Thick