The village of Dewey Springs is nestled somewhere between never mind and you’re lost. There’s a small cluster …
One day a man sat beside a lovely tree-lined rocky stream. The kind of place one could sit …
In a land far from here, in a time long forgotten, there were two villages separated by a …
For my grandchildren: Dash (Asher), Sissy (Makenzie), Flash (Elijah), Missy (Megan), Evelin, and Stella. Professor Winkle scurried about …
The mark was easy. A country hick that wandered into the wrong alley of City Center, my alley. …
Bob’s Foot-Stompin Barbeque is the place to be. Or at least it seems that way given the overflowing …
When the weather is clear and the sun warm, people gather around Andrew’s Fountain. There’s just something about …
“Benjamin Zook Carter! Put the tablet away and get down here right now!” a harried black mother called …
It was one of those days. The gang fight at Block 98, home of the Midnight Riders Motorcycle …
It was a late spring day and the garden needed some fence wire to tame an over-exuberant blackberry …
Six-year-old Ben was the first to wake up that Christmas morning. He took a look to see if …
This is my first short story. Betty and I had stopped at an Applebee’s after some Christmas shopping. …
