Broodwood

Part One. Now’s when you tell me why you killed me, the man says from his resting place, slumped and halved and bleeding against the wall of the cabin. The walls and floors and roof are cedar, and they smell fragrant in the summertime, but in the winter they smell like the bitter, indifferent coldContinue reading “Broodwood”

The Magician

The day started off normal enough, I muse to myself falling heavily into the chair pulled up to my kitchen table and gripping the cold bottle of lager freshly procured from my fridge. Thinking back on the events of the day, I find myself scarcely able to accept they actually occurred. Life sure can beContinue reading “The Magician”

Have A Rainbow, Mister Wilson!

In a quaint and quiet town, possibly not unlike the one in which you and your friends live, there was a quaint and quiet suburban street, and on that street there were many houses that looked the same. Although all the houses were similar, every family that dwelt inside each house was very different fromContinue reading “Have A Rainbow, Mister Wilson!”

Change Room

Van found his way back to the changing room along the grey tunnel lined with crates and cables that lay in stacks and bundles. He occasionally passed a uniformed navy-clad stage-hand scurrying this direction or that carrying some piece of equipment, but he barely noticed them. Presently, all of his faculties were concentrated in hisContinue reading “Change Room”

My Night With Just That Girl

Ally was a pretty girl with a sexy body. It was her legs and butt that really did it for me and for most other men. Her face was soft and her cheekbones were nicely sculpted its true but there was a rural look to her, something just off the farm riding in the backContinue reading “My Night With Just That Girl”

The Man From Dartmouth

On a sidewalk in downtown Victoria, I set my drum aside for a break.  I had been playing for hours. I inspected my hat upturned on the concrete a few feet in front of me and saw it had been a good night.  Until I counted I couldn’t be sure but guessed that since beginningContinue reading “The Man From Dartmouth”

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