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

Going Up

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. Photo credit goes to Sandra Cook. He could feel the leather straps tighten as he struggled against them. The strap they had placed under his head… Continue reading

A Good Room

This post submitted to Sunday Photo Fiction. It was probably the best room she had spent the night in a long time. At least she would have a warm room with a real… Continue reading


Footprint in white sand Time has no meaning for me Sara please come back  


This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. “Eight fifty-five a.m. you say? Why does it seem everyone dies in the early morning? Worse case of jet lag I ever heard of, heh? Mom… Continue reading

The Diner

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. She brings him the “Vermonter Special” without being asked.                                  

Dark Winter

This post submitted for Friday Fictioneers.   The lake is beginning to refreeze. The new ice will bond with the existing base and very soon they will be locked in until the spring… Continue reading