Based on a tale I heard as a child from my grandmother... Truth and Lie meet at the local swimming hole, where Lie says, "It's a great day.” Suspicious, Truth looks at the sky before agreeing. Lie says, "The water’s nice, let's go for a swim" Still suspicious, Truth checks the water before agreeing. They … Continue reading The Naked Truth
There's no way to hate Without getting jelly and crumbs On your hangman's noose.
How Vince really lost his left ear -- and damned near his life.
“Be careful with it,” the archaeologist exclaimed, “It might have a metal frame, but it’s also made of glass and is very fragile!” The six assistant’s continued moving the heavy artifact between the narrow walls of the old building and up the newly prepared dirt ramp. The structure had been part of an underground complex … Continue reading Putting a Conclusion to Bed
The old mule saw the figure standing on the left side of the path, stone ax in hand; so it stopped. Impatient, Zeke struck the animal using the lead-rope, trying to make it move, but it refused. “You ornery, stubb'rn idjit! Git movin’!” Then the figure stood in the narrow between the walls of the canyon … Continue reading Sacred Ground
Day four and my head was still hurting. My wife suggested I go to the doctor, and much to her surprise, I agreed. The doctor ran a battery of tests on me, checking my ears, eyes, throat, heart, blood pressure and even sent me for an MRI. After everything, nothing could be found that might … Continue reading Headache
“Hey, Vic,” I said to the know-it-all scientist, turned doctor, “I had no idea you’re into body building.” “Very much so,” he replied in his slight Easter European accent. “Do you have a favorite?” I queried. “My creation of course,” he answered. “Really?” I questioned, knowing something was off about his presence. “This is a … Continue reading Das Bodybuilder
Watercolor and ink, 8 x 11 1/2
“Hola’,” the aging lawman said, touching the brim of his cowboy hat, as he drove by. He didn’t recognized the Mexican woman, nor should he have as the last time he’d seen her was nearly three-decades before in the dark of night and not in the bright of the day. She slowly turned in her … Continue reading ¿Quién es? (An Alternate History)
My wife dragged me to the art gallery to view a traveling Reuben exhibit. I tried to avoid going, but no luck. “We need some culture in our lives.” However, she didn’t anticipate looking at painting after painting of curvaceous ladies in the buff. She complained, saying it was unfair that all the nude paintings … Continue reading For Culture’s Sake
Hawkins broke through the sliding glass door at the back of the old Shipley house, jimmying the plastic frame with a flat-bar and poured gasoline throughout all the rooms, including the garage. He lit a match, threw it and watched the flames flash-over in a single hungry gulp and with a thump that violently reverberated … Continue reading Pure Sex
She found me in the back alley, where I was drowning in affordable rot-gut. She was young, pretty and I tried to ignore her, until she sat down beside me. “I can guess when you’re going to die,” she offered. Too wasted to realize she was serious, I laughed at the thought and wondered what … Continue reading She was Right
“Data suggests that it’s over a million years old and has no functional ability.” “So shattered bits of red carbon-based material is simply floating through the cosmos for no reason?” “It appears so, ma’am.” “But why would you say it’s a religious relic?” “We know sacrifice is a part of the early belief system. The sacrifice … Continue reading Auto Pilot
“So damn close to Crescent City, I can almost smell it,” I whined as I stood in the parking lot of the Collier Tunnel rest area. It had been a long journey to here, especially since I was using the least reliable method of transportation available – hitching. The driver pulled off Highway 199 because … Continue reading Tunnel at the End of the Light
It was an old wine box that I thought my wife would enjoy, but I was wrong. Too late we learned that it was a Dybbuk; able to haunt and even possess the living. The antique box attacked us endlessly, doing and saying the most vile of things. Finally, last Christmas, without saying a word, … Continue reading Evil is as Evil Does
Writer Sammi Cox issued a weekend writing prompt using the word, 'shell,' in exactly 12-words. I took and met the challenge: "I am but a shell of myself. So clam up, would you?” I love some of these little exercises.
Out of the blue, the Spirit introduced me to this new guy. Whenever I talk to Him, He gives me advice -- a wisdom, unlike anything I've ever known. He's a fortress, a wall; a shield that protects from all weapons thrown by this cruel life. He has this promise, and I truly know that … Continue reading The New Guy
Six-thirty-six. Carole sighed as she turned from the clock, knowing the sun wasn’t up and she’d been robbed of 24-minutes more sleep. It felt as if this had happened before, but she was too exhausted to hold onto the thought. Unwilling to surrender those few precious minutes of sleep, she willed herself to lay still, … Continue reading Again
“It never crossed my mind,” I said of the small aircraft that buzzed me earlier in the day. By then though, I was making the trek back to the highway in passenger seat of federal vehicle, though I really didn’t understand why. It was slightly after sun-up when I pulled my truck onto the side … Continue reading “Mr. Muir, I suppose?”
As I’m searching the newspaper before I use it to light the wood stove, one classified advertisement diverts my attention. Call me. I need to hear from you. There’s a number. I recognize the area code for eastern California; I’m across the border in Nevada, trying to keep warm in a tin-roofed cabin on some … Continue reading Classified Ad
‘Batching it,’ is not as fun as my other married friends claim it to be. I think they say this so it won’t be learned that they’re helplessly, madly in love with their wives and therefore thought uncool, as if they don’t have that same feeling they had the day they proposed. The TV will … Continue reading Batching It
‘Stella,’ I heard her name before I saw her and to do that I had to move to the front of the bunch. We'd been packed together like the proverbial ‘sardines.’ She was all that I had dreamed of, and when we made contact, we both knew it was our destiny to spend time together. Stella’s … Continue reading Poor Mr. Musa
Oh, warmth, where are you? My skin itches for your scratch. My joints scream in bony agony. My fingers fumble, refusing to bend. My feet are but blocks of ice, though they be rosy pink. Not even in my clothing or under my blankets, can I find your friendship. My hearth, though blazing, blows a … Continue reading Future Visit
There is a visceral difference in the sound between rain as it drops through a forest canopy and falls unencumbered in a city street. Neither are softer, nor gentler in the landing. This afternoon, I squat in a back alley off the main drag of this city, covered with a water-logged piece of cardboard, writing … Continue reading Rat Line
The old carnival fortune-telling machine sat quietly in the corner of the antique store collecting dust. Tiny couldn’t help himself as he walked over to it to get a better look. He was wasting some time before dinner and found the store the perfect place to help him. The old thing reminded him of the one … Continue reading For the Asking
The noise came from beneath her bed. Fearing a monster, Alice grabs her teddy bear, willing it to keep her safe. “Mommy! ” Alice cries, but her mother doesn’t respond. She squeezes the teddy bear tighter. Then Alice hears footsteps coming to her door. The noises from under the bed suddenly grow quiet as her … Continue reading Monsters
“Are you crazy?” Mary Sargent’s daughter pleaded, “Don’t get in the car with him!” That was February 12, 1987 – the last time anyone would see her again. Within hours she’d be reported missing as the man driving the car, with whom Mary had an abusive relationship, would return to the Reno-Sparks Indian Colony (RSIC) … Continue reading Where is Mary Sargent?
It was a conversation I wasn’t supposed to overhear, but the man doing the talking and laughing was loud and not paying very much attention to his surroundings as he spoke to the few camp-followers he had in tow. It happened during the invocation on Sunday, the final day of the Numaga 2018 Pow Wow. … Continue reading The Tale of Two Politicians
At first, the sudden appearance of the goddess Bastet frightened the retired Professor of Egyptology. Her lithe body and cat-like head were beyond anything he'd seen in the natural world. The old man knew Bastet to be a guide and helper to the dead, therefore he was certain that death was upon him. So he … Continue reading Kitty Cat Nature
We were practically side-by-side all the way into town on Pyramid Highway. The newer Subaru was slightly ahead and that's how I came to seeing the nine-year-old boy in the back seat on the passenger side of the car. Try as I might, I did my best not to look over at him, because every … Continue reading Frankensnot