“Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s go,” I said as I waited out front in the car. “I’m coming,” Jen said. I doubted it though. Jen was always late. “Toss your stuff in the back I want to beat the traffic.” “Relax, we have plenty of time.” “We had plenty of…

“Did you want to get a coffee before the movie? We have time.” “Well someone knows the quickest way to a woman’s heart.” “I thought it was through the sternum?” That got a laugh from her, “Marry me?” “Let’s hold off till the second date.” “Fine. I guess we can…

Jack was coming out of the forest when he saw the little car at the cabin across the way. It caught his attention for two reasons. He was the only full time resident on a country road loaded with vacation cabins. Most of the people left after the holiday, or…

It was a rainy day, the day that I met her. I remember the raindrops making their way down the shop windows as I walked along the sidewalk. I clutched my collar, holding it close to keep the precipitation out, and to keep the last vestiges of warmth inside my…

There are places that don’t seem to be real. Places where fantasy and reality meet. Places where the water is so blue you can’t tell where it stops and the sky starts. The world has several such places. Usually near the tropics where the wealthy and the carefree congregate. People…

A turning point in my career — There are dark days in every writer’s life. And I’m sure that every writer contemplates quitting at some point. I mean, I think about quitting about once a week, sometimes more often than that depending how things are going. But then there are the days where it seems like nothing’s…

I thought the night before I died would be different. I spent it the same way I spent the previous 5,479. That’s exactly 15 years and four days, but who’s counting. Tomorrow it will all be over. The door slammed shut on my cell and I sat on my bunk…

“I don’t get why we’re out here.” “To look for hag stones.” Somehow I was conned into going to the beach, and now I was letting the cold Lake Huron water soak my shoes while bent over looking for rocks. “What are they again?” “They’re ones with holes in them…

The old man kept whittling as the fire crackled and the sun sank lower in the sky. He sat against a lone tree in an old farm field. Years ago, he wouldn’t have been out in the open but this was different. His knife scraped against the old hawthorn stick…