🎃Lewis (short story)

Lewis           Sometimes a visitor got onto the property, just as far as stepping over the ditch. The postman only stopped his car, and almost never did, only for bills. It was not a mystery…people knew an old woman lived in the Lewis house, alone. They saw her, but rarely, when […]

Are You Adaptable (conclusion)

Are You Adaptable (part six)                       “Listen to me.” Like Nola, he put a hand on her arm. “I’m asking you, leave it alone. I don’t even know why…” He took his hand off her arm, and spread both in a baffled gesture. “…you would […]

Are You Adaptable (part five)

Are You Adaptable (part five)           “I don’t know,” Beloye said. “I don’t read thrillers.” “We’re not talking about books! I want you to understand. I would never have invited Stenner along yesterday if I thought he was the kind of guy who just sidles up to women. I thought he […]

Are You Adaptable (part four)

Are You Adaptable (part four)           Beloye slipped past him to sit on the bed…she couldn’t pull on heels standing. Dan moved to hover, studying her through each stage, of wedging her foot in, zipping, scrunching, one boot, the other boot. In a mimicking tone, that sounded like no one on […]

Are You Adaptable (part three)

Are You Adaptable (part three)         “Animals can sense evil,” Dan remarked. “You’re familiar with Green Mount.” Stenner turned to Beloye, who nodded. “Nothing spooky, no creaking iron gates or weird statuary, just respectable headstones in nice little rows. I had gone about halfway to the other side. I was alone, but it […]

Are You Adaptable (part two)

Short Stories Are You Adaptable (part two)               If it were possible for a knock to seem unfamiliar, this one did, coming louder. Beloye fluffed hair from the collar of her dress. (Still one earring.) She edged by the footrest of Dan’s recliner, and he tapped her hip with […]

Are You Adaptable: part one (short story)

Are You Stories Are You Adaptable (part one)             She thought, “Do Tolhursts really deserve accessories?” The scarf was too much…it seemed crocheted from pillow stuffing, and bore the handicrafted preciosity of the chronically regifted gift. A Tolhurst gift. Not even a real one. Last Thanksgiving, Heidi, Beloye’s near mother-in-law, […]

The Ad Said: conclusion

Short Stories The Ad Said (part two)         They’d giggled at first, when Hettie’s heeled shoe, then Hermie’s, slipped in patches of mud, hidden where tractors mowing had mashed the weeds into hummocky rows. It got old, by the time they’d scrabbled over the second fence. They’d pieced their way down the […]

The Ad Said: part one (short story)

Short Stories The Ad Said (part one)                 The ad said, “Girls wanted. Good wages. Steady hours.” It said also: “Must pass physical exam.” “You’re crazy.” Their mother. “Come on!” Hester smacked Hermina’s arm. “Let’s go down to the corner.” Here, at the drugstore, they sometimes took a […]

Please Help: conclusion

Short Stories Please Help (part four)         Their names, but he might have got them wrong…he only heard what he thought he heard…were Katrina and Lusanne. Maybe Katherina was the name of his girlfriend. Her sister had been here longer, and her accent was easier, but her name was harder to be […]