Die, My Darling

Francis tells me his fiancé is moving in soon and I will have to move out. When that time comes, so does the For Rent sign in the yard a few doors down. A basement apartment in an old house built decades ago. I sign the contract with the owner and walk my belongings across the…

In which the governor decides to attack

When we last left him, The Governor had blood on his sword and two heads on the ground. Here’s what comes next… Plans Later that evening, Commander Drogan entered his tent to find the Governor reclined on his cot. Drogan’s cot. “It’s about time,” said the Governor, puffing on his water pipe. Drogan’s water pipe.…

A Hero’s Life

Sitting at his keyboard, Caulfield could not see around the soft, gray walls of his cubicle. But when he rolled back and turned to his left, he could see across the aisle into Johnson’s. He could see Johnson’s shoulder, the arc of Johnson’s back, the chair under Johnson’s ass. He could also see out the…

The Words She Brought Home

Days of the week… Days of the week… These are the days of the week. She brought the words home from kindergarten. A song they had sung. Her face was pale. The bags under her eyes deep and dark. We thought it was the storm that had been hovering over us all week. The thunder…

Georgette Is With A Client

Georgette had said it would take a week to ten days to get the cremains and death certificates back. After fourteen days, I phoned to ask why the delay. “Georgette is with a client,” said the girl who answered. “But let me check. We just got some in.” I wondered what she meant by some.

Moving In With Ghosts

Sometimes Emily wanders into our bedroom late at night while we’re sleeping. Could be a bad dream. Thunder. A pain in her leg. She puts her hands on the bed and calls our names until we stir, then climbs up. Eventually one of us will carry her back upstairs. I turned off the water and…

On the Veranda

A heavy fist rattled the door and a deep, husky voice said comin’ in. Thus entered the doctor, his long white coat parted by his belly, which preceded him into the room. Squeezing his fat forehead was a black band holding one of those silver metal thingies. He glanced at me, and then his eyes…

Riding Bikes With Ghosts

Right after dinner after getting the girls in bed I get to the garage and grab my bike and I’m ready to go. Rode it yesterday after not riding it for years and stuffed it in the van and drove it to the QT to inflate the tires for free and rode that bitch. It’s…

One Evening Aboard the Wrong Plane

For much of the flight, the gentleman in 13A noticed nothing out of the ordinary. He smiled at the stewardess. He enjoyed beverages. He made use of a pillow. The normal hum of the cabin helped him along quite nicely. In fact, he’d always found the normal hum of the cabin to be rather comforting.…

Mr. Erly’s Appointment ~ A Screenplay

Awhile back I posted a story called The Good Doctor. In that post, I mentioned I reworked that story into the opening scene of a screenplay. I did the same thing with another story for the second scene. That story was called Mr. Erly’s Appointments, I have not posted the prose version of that story,…