Stories

“A story is a way to say something that can’t be said any other way, and it takes every word in the story to say what the meaning is.”

Flannery O’Connor

Harlan and Gert

Harlan and Gert

“How can they do this to us?” Gert fumed as she climbed into the truck. “After all we’ve done for them? A home, Harlan? Really? That’s all they think of us? They want to put us in a home?” Harlan reached over and patted her hand....
Watching Westerns with Russell

Watching Westerns with Russell

I’m on the phone with Lyle Stone, and he’s telling me he no longer feels suicidal. He wants to live and find another woman. “You want to give some lucky woman your love,” I tease my oldest living friend. Although I am pleased that he sounds revitalized, I’m not...
The Swan and the Snail

The Swan and the Snail

After an interminably long time, the Albino Rhino appeared from the back room and took his place behind the counter. The Goose immediately raced towards him from her place in the lengthy, meandering line, only to have the Albino Rhino clear his throat and point one of...
The Gig Economy

The Gig Economy

Mary holds back a gag. The humidity isn’t helping matters, turning the air a lovely Parfum de Poo. A man walks by with his white and gold pit bull, puckering his mouth in fake pity as Jack and Jill yip and wrap around Mary like she’s a maypole. Mary pulls the leashes...
Undertow

Undertow

Jesse and Ricky Few camped in front of the TV watching, “Let’s Make a Deal.” “I bet Monty is doing Carol,” Ricky said, reclining on the couch. “Shhhh,” Jesse said, unable to conceive the idea of “doing Carol” and anxious to see if Monty Hall, the folksy game-show...
The Short Life of Bessie Taylor

The Short Life of Bessie Taylor

“My old man’s a refrigerator repairman. What do you think about that?” I said goodbye to Bessie the summer I turned twelve. It was a slow death made worse by the Alabama heat that lingered even at night, bed sheets semi-damp despite giant fans circling overhead.  I...