Category: Sasquatch

Short Story Sunday: Snow Mountain

Snow Mountain I usually don’t answer my phone when I see a number I don’t recognize but I was expecting a call from a big potential client. If I got this contact it would pay for my daughter’s first year in graduate school with… Continue Reading “Short Story Sunday: Snow Mountain”

Maxed Out #8: Baker Beach

Max heard the Nessun dorma ringtone and groaned. It was his brother Andy. It was an emergency. He could sense it. He picked up and listened. “Max, thank God you’re there. I’m by Baker Beach. Some asshole redneck in a truck sideswiped me. The car… Continue Reading “Maxed Out #8: Baker Beach”

Short Story Sunday: Community

Community Alexis was fortunate to have the acceptance and support from her family and community. She was much taller than most women. She’d had laser hair removal and surgery to soften her face. To soften her voice she’d taken voice lessons, including music lessons… Continue Reading “Short Story Sunday: Community”

Short Story Sunday: Baker Beach

Baker Beach Max heard the Nessun dorma ringtone and groaned. It was his brother Andy. It was an emergency. He could sense it. He picked up and listened. “Max, thank God you’re there. I’m by Baker Beach. Some asshole redneck in a truck sideswiped… Continue Reading “Short Story Sunday: Baker Beach”

Burning Question #27: One, two, three, Sasquatch and Thee.

Warning: This week’s burning question might be considered by some to be in poor taste. If you have a delicate whatever just wait for Short Story Sunday and I’ll have a nice sweet romance for you instead of this obnoxious post. Otherwise read on.… Continue Reading “Burning Question #27: One, two, three, Sasquatch and Thee.”

Short Story Sunday: Baker Beach

Max heard the Nessun dorma ringtone and groaned. It was his brother Andy. It was an emergency. He could sense it. He picked up and listened. “Max, thank God you’re there. I’m by Baker Beach. Some asshole redneck in a truck sideswiped me. The car… Continue Reading “Short Story Sunday: Baker Beach”

I’m going to write to you…

“Excuse me while I kiss this guy. What is that about?” I heard Cody’s voice. I could hear my husband Teddy laughing. “No, Excuse me while I kiss the sky.” He was in the living room with my brother Val and our friend Cody talking… Continue Reading “I’m going to write to you…”

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