The Ad Said (part one)

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 […]

Please Help (part three)

Short Stories Please Help (part three)             The glass door lurched itself open, and Milton spent some change on a 7-Up, chugging it down before moving from the hot foyer to the cold inside. It occurred to him now—too late—that maybe the guy’s instruction had been literal. Maybe there’d been […]

Please Help (part two)

Short Stories Please Help (part two)             “Give him the phone. I like it.” The crouching man stood. He gave Milton a face that didn’t smile, but suppressed amusement. “Yeah, bud…think you can remember what I look like?” “No, look…” Echoing her—the one who seemed, for their short acquaintance, almost […]

Please Help (part one)

Short Stories Please Help (part one)                 The accent came fleetingly to his attention…and he saw no reason to care about it. People came from different places. Milton’s hand moved fish-like, a swath of metal buttons cleared by the gesture. Everywhere they wanted punch-codes. Easy getting them, though. […]

Tourmaline: Cadisk (part three)

Tourmaline Cadisk (conclusion)               “I don’t think, in all this time, you’ve had a visitor.” “Do I have a visitor?” If Moody had a point, he would never come to it, she knew. “Do you want a visitor?” “In one of the rooms, you mean?” On rare walks to […]

Tourmaline: Cadisk (part two)

Tourmaline Cadisk (part two)         Or poetry, as Anton had. A last testament, as Frederick. If you were busy matching colored squares, you might ignore permission to write. As you liked. The other person she saw, was the Hidtha woman who came to take up sheets and towels, replace them. It was […]

Cadisk: seventh Tourmaline (part one)

Tourmaline Cadisk (part one)           Nothing netted any longer from the ocean, the harbor and all its traffic suborned to a use, the district peopled only with transients, intractable Jocelynists, the never-seen detainees…Cadisk was a coastal town with a prison economy. Residents were less happy than inmates. They could never leave […]

Bad Counsel (conclusion)

Short Stories Bad Counsel (part seven)             Karen may seek intelligence from Leo; but Leo won’t have heard of Buel. And why should there be anything to hear? But her mother knows Andrée can be found at home most mornings, sleeping in; afternoons, watching TV. Karen’s comments of late are […]

Bad Counsel (part six)

Short Stories Bad Counsel (part six)             The little green house, his, is a double-wide trucked to the lot and put up on a block foundation under a row of mature spruce, trees grown tall enough to have lost their lower branches. She’d stumbled from Buel’s gravel drive over layers […]