Stories

“A story is a way to say something that can’t be said any other way, and it takes every word in the story to say what the meaning is.”

Flannery O’Connor

Some Things Get Lost | Fiction

Some Things Get Lost | Fiction

I heard her before I saw her. A tink-tink sound like marbles knocking against each other. Noisy as it echoed off the thick fog. When the pub closed and there was nowhere to go but an empty cottage, I poured my rheumatic body bone by bone into the murky night. The...
Cressie Girl and the Creepin Woman | Fiction

Cressie Girl and the Creepin Woman | Fiction

A  folktale for back porches and slow nights; a tale for my Granddaddy.   Cressie’s mama gave birth to her on the pew of the church. She lay back, split herself open for her child, then handed Cressie Girl to Big Ma before she passed on. It was a good thing...
I’m Here for Fish | Fiction

I’m Here for Fish | Fiction

He sat in the driver’s seat, wipers beat rhythmically leaving an annoying streak, the glare of Whole Foods green on the dash. The car idled in a busy lot facing the commuter cluster crawling to the burbs, but he didn’t notice. He was lost in thought – loud,...
At His Limit | Fiction

At His Limit | Fiction

Later, B’s sister would infuse the words today is a gift, tomorrow a blessing with meaning. Earlier, he’d think of her as he set up camp, tying his shovel to a low-hanging twig, making a ground nest for himself and his camper van. He braked it in the stubble of a...
Chattel | Fiction

Chattel | Fiction

So Mariasha tells me we are going to a party a friend of hers is throwing. Triste? I can’t think of her name, she’s a friend of hers so I know she’ll look similar. Mari surrounds herself with girls that look like her, red-boned, thick, and with big hips. Made for...