Tripping With Dad – Part Three
Serial Fiction ‘Did you grab my lyrical shoes from the room, Dad?’ ‘Shit! I forgot. Let’s run up and get them.’ He checked his watch. ‘We have about an hour, plenty of time.’...
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Serial Fiction ‘Did you grab my lyrical shoes from the room, Dad?’ ‘Shit! I forgot. Let’s run up and get them.’ He checked his watch. ‘We have about an hour, plenty of time.’...
Serial Fiction The Brewer’s thoughts were calm and steady humming with the voice of pleasure. He spent the next few hours going over hundreds of vans-for-sale ads. He picked the three most promising...
Serial Fiction The Brewer needed information about something rather specific. He needed to know what was the protocol about unexpected art deliveries at the Modern. If a large bulk of art was delivered...
Short Story I scanned the Pay-Per-View channel for something science fiction, but there was nothing. I didn’t recognize many of the films, so I chose based on actor and genre. I remembered that...
Short Story The Serow was vegan and had never before killed another beast. It knew that killing was a part of life and that other beasts from its home island had to kill...
Serial Fiction The Brewer couldn’t sleep well. He woke up congested with stifled muscles and low energy. The bitter breeze and salty water had won. All the parables and allegories from the previous...
Serial Fantasy “We are to leave soon, Little Thing,” Ice said lazily one evening while freezing little flowers beside her until the red petals dried and cracked apart. “You must take your heart and...
Short Story The Shrew had never left the sea coast it was born on. It had dug out a damp burrow in the rocky banks and could eat anything that smelled of fesses....
Serial Fiction Ron sat in the middle with the priest and the Brewer on his sides. He liked that because he was the biggest talker and was perfectly situated between his old and...
Serial Fiction In the bathroom of the hotel lobby I stared past the finger-smudges and backsplash at my frowning reflection. I’d done my hair three times already; once in the room and twice in...
Serial Fiction Preparation was over. It was time for a breather. The Brewer’s math tutor always told him not to solve problems on the day before the exam. To air out. Do what...
Fantasy “Would you like to know the secret?” Little Thing nodded. “If you can survive submerging yourself in this spring I will tell you and then I will make love to you.” The human...