My Trip to the Moors
Truth be known, I was glad to get out of there. I’m not easily unsettled, but the stories about a werewolf, which local residents...
Category: Fictional Forays
I’m Just So Tired
I know what you’re thinking. You’re assuming that the email, apparently sent to yourself from yourself, must have been a prank from someone who...
Standing Up
“Let me introduce myself,” I said, using the words and the intonation with which I had begun the previous 17 presentations of my whirlwind...
Why the Long Face?
A horse walked into a bar and the bartender, who was polishing a glass, looked up and smiled. He had waited years to use...
Mr. Dumpty’s Rehabilitation
After his great fall, Mr. Dumpty took to wearing a corset. His figure had never been the kind that favored off-the-rack clothing, even those...
I Wish I Knew
I wonder why the light feels so painful. Is it a migraine coming on? Or is it that when you’re being interrogated by police...
Small Sips from the River
“Is it really too late?” he asked. I used to feel encouraged by his hesitant optimism, which provided me the room I seem to...
Her only Family
I’m investigating the behavior of a droid I programed, because it broke into an ICE facility to rescue its owner. Fortunately, this incarceration was...
Teddy Bear Picnic
Teddy bears, after they have finished their active lives and retired to yard sales, thrift stores and landfills, are thought by some to still...
Trip of a Lifetime
“Don’t panic,” I tell myself. Surely my mind is playing tricks. But I can feel the water weighing down my cloths and I feel...