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
The Bird Avenger | Fiction
Numbers are a random way to measure life. Thirty years on this earth. Thirty days in a month. Thirty days until my next period. Thirty bucks to fill the car. Thirty days of community service. Thirty hours until I surrender to the county sheriff. Thirty days in jail....
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...
Excerpt of Paper and Ink, Flesh and Blood
Paper and Ink, Flesh and Blood by Rita Mace Walston forthcoming from Hearthstone Press June 30th. Read an excerpt below and consider requesting an ARC. I lowered the gun, fairly certain the shot had been heard by the mourners gathered in my home. I stepped over the...
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
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,...Follow Us
