Tag: short story

#216 Baby, Baby Please

  Debby didn’t show up for our date again. I knew she went out with somebody else instead.  I wrote her an emotional e-mail to let her know what I thought, “Baby, please don’t lie to me. Tell me the way you want me to be, but baby, please don’t lie to me. Signify our…




#115 Joe read a book

    Joe tried to be a man’s man. He never cried or showed emotion or pain when hurt. He’d fight if it came to that and forget about it the next day. He worked out at the gym, boxed, played handball, rode a bike and did other things men like to do. He’d go…




#114 Heart of Stone

  When I traveled to the Mideast last year, I learned that Delilah had been sentenced to death by stoning for refusing to obey her father’s wishes. She was barely old enough to be married, but her father had insisted she marry a man older than him. Of course the man had great wealth, and…




#210 Andy Died and Went to Visit His Son

  My brother Andy had a son named Andy. I always wondered if he’d be the only one to carry on my father’s name. My brother couldn’t get along with his wife and he left her and his son to go to Korea and serve his time in the Army. He allowed his ex-wife’s new…




#207 After the Poets Talk

#207 After the Poets Talk Matilda’s voice sounded like summer rain falling after a long hot dry spell. Hearing her recite her poem in my English class relit my fire. I didn’t listen to the words that flowed from her dainty lips. All I heard were the raindrops falling on my heart. I decided then…




#206 Slaughter

#206 Slaughter   When I was a boy of eight, there was a shed nearby where men went to meet and hang out. I’d often peek through a crack in the walls and watch as they played cards, drank, and told dirty stories using words like pussy, fuck, and shit interspersed throughout. I’d use every…




#205—Cement

    When Cindy, my sculpturing teacher at Yavapai College, instructed me how to use cement, I was repulsed by the idea of using a coarse material like concrete to make attractive sculptures. Difficult at first, concrete soon became a texture in my hands that I enjoyed shaping to my demands. I soon discovered I…




#204 Business Trip

#204 Business Trip   I had to go to Denver on a business trip. I left my wife home with the kids. I never called while gone because my wife said hearing my voice from so far away upset her and made her miss me more. She had never given me cause to suspect she…




#202 Conscience

  In the middle of the night, I get up for a drink and as I turn on the tap, I see a thing of beauty in my kitchen sink struggling for its tiny life against torrentially streaming water. To save its life I turn the water off and attempt to pick up the beautiful…




#200 Ice

  It was a warm Chicago summer day when I first saw her angelic face and aura of innocence that drew me to her like a drug promising to make my life all right. I thought if I made her mine, she’d make me happy for life. Fall came. Innocence and charm left her face,…