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

I’m Here

I’m Here

Cold air poured through the busted window. A chair lay on its side. A half-empty bottle of Jim Beam was on the table. Blood dripped off of Jimmy Furlong’s hands as Casey handcuffed him. Furlong’s wife, Sonya, stood just out of reach in the doorway to the kitchen,...
The Tradition of the Cows

The Tradition of the Cows

“…that cow flatulence is a contributing factor to the depletion of the earth’s ozone layer.” Hector Arias had only been half-listening to the radio when that last statement caught his ear. “Cow flatulence?” he thought. “I wonder why?” Michael Butler had been paying...
Sometimes They Just Are

Sometimes They Just Are

We, the jury, find the defendant not guilty. The foreman said it like he was apologizing. He avoided eye contact with everyone. The judge, us, me. Especially me. ‘Cause if he had been looking at me he would have seen immediately what I thought of him. No one...
Hell or High Water

Hell or High Water

On the third day of the April rains, he left to check the fish mill. “That bitch,” as he called the river, was swollen and feisty with the flood. Left alone she’d burst the dams. He was not prone to sentimentality, but Kate could tell by the way he paused at the door...
Things Always Happen Suddenly

Things Always Happen Suddenly

Eliot’s father dropped dead of a heart attack while chopping down a huge Douglas fir two days after Thanksgiving. But that wasn’t the problem. Not really. It was more than that. It had to do with his older sister blaming him for it. And his mother. She...