The storm came that night, that's how I remember it. Lightning and thunder scare the grumpkins outta the dog, and she patters around, panting and whining and fretting. I gotta get up, do stuff, turn the kettle on, make noise. Otherwise, she freaks out all night and nobody sleeps. the storm comes The storm? Oh, … Continue reading The Old Bones
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Part 1 here. The suit he flicked at her opened up to ten separate pieces. “Where was it?” she asked and pulled it open. What went where? “I’m still covered in gunk,” she said. “It may help if …” He didn’t finish. His jerky movements sped up as he tried the pieces of the suit … Continue reading A Short Story, Part 2 (SF)
Take 2: Goldilocks #716 “There should be mention of the headaches.” Shera held her head in both hands. She didn’t want to follow the blaring instruction to swing her legs off the table. She didn’t want to breathe. It hurt too much. Swirls of pain gripped her head like clamps with extra-deep probes. She remained … Continue reading A Short Story, Part 1 – SF
Clothes. Protection. Hat. That’s what she needed. And shoes, comfortable and strong hiking shoes that would get her across the desert without killing every nerve in her legs and back. What else did she need? It would take a list, of course, but she had plenty of time, plenty of time indeed. It was a … Continue reading List-ing
Never go back! Isn’t that the rule? Keep moving forward, you can’t go home, things are never the same as remembered. What did I do? Of course, I went back. I’m here now, standing in front of the first home I remember. Okay, it’s true – the only home. Even had a few siblings related … Continue reading A Candle
This one from Cats N Dogs (copyright Cage Dunn 2017), stories of our constant companions. Friday Night The traffic was snarled so far back from Caro’s turn-off she was tempted to drive along the emergency lane to get out. She was already so late, maybe even too late. Had to get there; had to pick up … Continue reading A Short Story – Friday Night
A jolt from the black sky, a zag of lightning that hit the metal tip of the broken weather-vane on the toilet door. Gem's hand wasn't quite on the handle. Almost, but not quite. Risa squealed when Gem looked up and tried to move away, as she took her hand off the door. Stepped back. … Continue reading The Shocking Toilet