Category: Short Story

Wind and Crickets (Short Story)

Ah, there it comes. That aghast look. This time from a gaggle of my younger, hipper, nieces and nephews. A chuckle finds my lips when they say, looking at me like I was crazy I hadn’t thought of it at the time: “Why didn’t…

1973

I took this picture today on my walk.  How it brought back an intense memory. The fading light through the trees was soft owing to the smoke issuing from the line of lake-side cabins and adding to the vigorous smell of cooked pickerel. Sunday…

Bridge

An early fall Sunday, two men walk onto the Lions’ Gate Bridge on the west walk way from opposite sides. Will, forty-five, looks sixty, gray haired, tall, limping due to a bad back, dressed in a thin, dirty suit jacket, no tie and his…