I wrote this microfiction story after attending a conference and visiting a death camp in Auschwitz. This 50-word short story and accompanying backstory are, in…
Marilyn, 1959 The dogs barked again, as if to chase off the night. I knew there was something out there. My coonhounds could raise the…
Supercell Doug listened to the police radio, tracking the storm chasers. The noise was deafening. The storm was enormous, and fast. Tim’s crew should get…
Photo credit: Pixabay First just burns. That got their attention. They saw a pattern. Then better explosives. People losing fingers, hands. Finally one death, then…
Image credit: Pixabay Union soldiers surrounded the physician’s house. Rodney, the lieutenant, knocked loudly. “Open up! We know you may be harboring the run-away, John…
Image source: CBS New York Sonya slept that morning, catching up. It was the sleep of angels, floating on a puff of clouds and feathers.…
This article was originally posted to my Steemit blog on February 4th, 2018. Ah, Prince. Little man! You are missed. So, I wish I was…