Life is Short

This post submitted to 3 Line Tales. Cool babbling brooks here Life lived without a concern Death lurks near unseen                    

Little Brother

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.         Why didn’t you tell me Ma? Were you ashamed? I’m ninety-two and I’m  sitting here looking at your grave trying my best… Continue reading

Speed Dating

This post submitted for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The interviews started promptly at 8 p.m. in Peet’s Café in Beverly Hills. Each interview scheduled to run from three to eight minutes.  It was… Continue reading

Ivy League School

This post is written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Brian had always dreamed of going to an Ivy League school. He loved books. His mom used to tell her friends that when he was… Continue reading

Just Let Me Get My Shoes

This post submitted for Friday Fictioneers. “I’m told my wife is here. ” She has wandered off again. I wonder what she has told these people since she appeared out of nowhere.  Why… Continue reading

You Picked a Fine Time to Leave Me Lucille

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.   PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson The words of the old song were now becoming an ear worm that echoed within his emotionally damaged brain without… Continue reading

The Last Text

This short story is written for Friday Fictioneers. Another late night at the office was nothing new to her. As part of a high profile litigation team it was expected. The weather outside… Continue reading

Nite Train

This post submitted to Friday Fictioneers.   PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr They called him Nite Train. He was the old man on the hobo rail system. He told everyone he met a… Continue reading

Travel Theme Quite

In response to Where’s My Backpack. Travel Theme is Quiet.   I took this picture in the National Library in Melbourne Australia.


  Submitted to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.   Joe had one final request that he wanted me to accomplish. Being his best friend I readily agreed. I knew that Joe wanted to… Continue reading