A cool breeze stirred the red drapes of the Fielding home—a sign that October 31st, 2002, would be the first real chilly night in small-town Tennessee since April. Freddy Fielding pulled the throw blanket closer around him on the couch, remote in one hand. At the sound of the doorbell, he flew to the foyer.… Continue reading The Puppet Master: A Short Story
My Dearest Friend, Phillipe, I hope this letter finds you in good health, you old egg. I myself have been under siege of late. But of course, that is what happens when you are forged from a different mold, as are you and I. The feeble-minded still inherit the earth, and they try to feast… Continue reading A Drain on the Neighborhood: A Short Story
The primary choice of transportation entertainment for most malls is a choo-choo train. The Riverbend Galleria had a trolley. Bright red. Green roof. Thin black track embedded in the marble tile floor. Riverbend Galleria painted on the side in yellow. It didn’t chugga-chugga; it clicked like a card threaded through bicycle spokes. It didn’t blow… Continue reading We Are But Echoes: A Short Story
Millie roughly brushed away a tear with her fist and rose from the dirty tile floor of the C-wing hallway. Her back was pressed against the janitor’s closet, tucked back between locker rows, so that if a teacher looked down the crowded, noisy hall they wouldn’t see her or hear Ben’s threats. Ben was a… Continue reading Tasty Traits: A Short Story
