Short Stories

The Oak Leaf: A Story of Memories

The Oak Leaf: A Story of Memories

Short Stories
“One more shelf Emily and we’ll be done” Dad encourages.  While not grueling work cleaning out Mom’s closet is emotionally draining. It took Dad a few years to be ready for it, I know that I’m not. We are both a little wary of this last shelf, its where she stored her keepsakes.  The home of her most treasured memories. We carefully remove each box and explore its contents.  Several are filled with greeting cards, both store-bought and handmade. Some of them make us laugh, a few make us cry. Another box contains trinkets from various destinations around the country. A thimble from the Grand Canyon.  A silver spoon from Wall Drug Store.  A Minnie Mouse hat - somewhere there’s a picture of Mom and me sporting our hats. The last shoe box I pull from the shelf is so light I thought it may be
The Maze: A Story of Choices

The Maze: A Story of Choices

Short Stories
“Stay on the path and follow the signs,” the attendant said as he opened the gate to the corn maze. My girlfriend Emma looked at me and smiled, this had been her idea. Together we stepped across the threshold and onto a path lined with golden brown corn. I had this inkling that I had just become a rat caught in a maze. The first part of the maze was easy and wide.  Holding hands we maneuvered the corners and easily made the right choices. While no one else was in sight we could occasionally hear the laughter of others over the dry rustle of the corn. “Are you having fun?” Emma asked.  I nodded.  It would be fun if it were pouring rain and the path was ankle deep mud if I was with Emma. But I didn’t say that outloud, it would be too, pardon the pun, corny. We continued to walk along, some
No One Left: A Story on Humility

No One Left: A Story on Humility

Short Stories
The most startling thing about that first day was the silence.  No traffic, no motors, no phones, no music, no birds, not even the rustle of leaves.  Simply silence.  Well almost silence, my tinnitus was still there so at least I knew I was not deaf. Another startling thing was that I was alone. I don’t mean alone as being the only only one in a room or alone as being virtually invisible in a crowd.  I mean alone.  No other living soul anywhere.  Being somewhat of a loner anyway this was not a huge bother.  There was absolutely no separation anxiety between me and the rest of humanity.  They didn’t need me, I didn’t need them.  Well, that is what I thought anyway.   My first realization that I did need them came quickly after I flipped the light switch. Nothing happened.  I quickly made t

The Dark Corner: A Parable of Pride

Short Stories
I rarely recall my dreams. The few times I have they were so strange that I derived no satisfaction in the visions.  But last night I had a dream and I remember it.  The scene was our family room.  All the usual pieces were there and in the right place, the sofa, bookcase, television, my recliner.  In addition the room was filled with trophies of various shapes, sizes, and colors.  In my dream I settled into the recliner.  As I did so I noticed a box sitting in the middle of the room.  It was just like those cardboard boxes used to store files except it was black as midnight.  I took off the lid to examine its contents.  The box was crammed full of paper.  Pulling a sheet out of the middle I read an account of when lied to my mother about going to a party.  Another retold an angry episode