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Cheap

Cheap

Cheap My dentist likes to talk……..a lot. My dentist talks so goddamned much he gets way behind on his appointments. Instead of just fixing teeth, he leaps down rabbit holes of yapping about hot rods, his college days, Robbie Krieger playing at The Whiskey and all sorts of other shit that has nothing to do […]

Fair Exchange

Fair Exchange

Fair Exchange The handyman came when he said he’d come. He came and painted the main bedroom. Half way through the work, she offered him a cold soft drink. He accepted, thanking her. As he worked, she asked him about his other jobs. She asked him about his wife and children and where they lived […]

Steady Diet of Hope

Steady Diet of Hope

Steady Diet of Hope Offering the benefit of doubt, I try to reconcile your lack of common decency with some form of decency. Giving you the benefit of doubt, I play fast and loose with what common decency might be. Maybe there’s something about decency I don’t understand. I’m neither Jesus nor Aristotle, after all. […]

8 miles

8 miles

8 Miles I’d listened to his bullshit for over an hour. The dumbest, dullest, most boring bullshit that only an equally boring dullard might take any pleasure in. Listening to a branch creak in the wind, a root spread or a pipe drip would have been a better way to spend the hour. The same […]

Cursed

Cursed

Cursed The old man said he didn’t want to go to the thrift store anymore. When I took him out to eat, we’d always passed the Goodwill. Whenever we passed, he’d always said, “Sometime I’d like to go to that Goodwill. I like going around and looking at all the things.” I’d noted the Chinese […]

Category: fables

Tin Man
fables, stories

Tin Man

Tin Man The old man rattled off all his aches, pains and ailments. He concluded with, “Ah, the joys of … Continue reading Tin Man

Bad Sport
fables, stories

Bad Sport

Bad Sport He was a last minute replacement. He needed the money so he accepted the fight on 3 days … Continue reading Bad Sport

Hole
fables, stories

Hole

Hole He unfolded the musty map. “You can see this?” the father asked. “Of course I can see it,” she … Continue reading Hole

Nursing Home
fables, stories

Nursing Home

Over his cooked carrots, Ronald asked the rest of the table who the new guy was. One them said it … Continue reading Nursing Home

School Zone
fables, flash fiction, stories

School Zone

School Zone Jack smashed the alarm clock. It was 6 a.m. Jack, like every other weekday morning, rolled out of … Continue reading School Zone

Starvation
fables, stories

Starvation

Starvation Rogério fasted. He fasted to the brink starvation and death. Finally, in this state of forced deprivation, emaciation and … Continue reading Starvation

Being Well
fables, stories

Being Well

Being Well The doctor recorded Francis’ vitals. He told her she wasn’t well. “I know it,” Francis wheezed.. “My blood … Continue reading Being Well

The Consultant
fables, stories

The Consultant

The Consultant The doorbell rang. In his sleeping shorts and flip flops, Irvin got up to answer the door. Outside, … Continue reading The Consultant

The Cutler & the Cobbler
fables, stories

The Cutler & the Cobbler

The Cutler & the Cobbler The cutler sold his business to his apprentice. Then he took the proceeds from its … Continue reading The Cutler & the Cobbler

Britches
fables, stories

Britches

Britches Freida sobbed because her dog Britches had died and now she was all alone. And she wept because she … Continue reading Britches

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