It Was The Cookie’s Fault
Riding a bike is easy. Until you try doing it with an armful of groceries seeking escape from a torn paper bag — while eating a cookie.
short story
How I Saved Three Nuns from Certain Doom
I didn’t intend to be a hero. But as a result, I lost my job, my wife and both of my girlfriends.
Fatigued Mind
In contrast to the tension of another workday and sour news, it had been a somewhat relaxing drive home and not too hot to require air conditioning. As he pulled…
A Redhead Temperament
“If there were a million ways to accomplish something and no apparent way to fail – I’m the one who would find a way to disappoint.” Seymour paused briefly, but…