I am finally back to being a responsible little writer and posting flash fiction on the full moon. This old Cabal favorite is posted in honor of Linda Holiday Sensei of Aikido of Santa Cruz, who visited Aikido of Madison this weekend. Thank you. The Diplomat and I had walked so long through silent forests […]
Tonight there’s a lunar eclipse. I think we’d be able to see it round here if it weren’t cloudy. I’ve been thinking about this short in connection with eclipses and other events that inspire human beings with superstition. I like this story because it’s both dark and light. It was the old, old story, he […]
As the Northern Hemisphere thinks about thawing for the summer, I think about love. Fabulous love. Lots of love. Of all kinds. Here’s another story posted on the Daily Cabal in the way back. Every day I watch the people on the bus over the top of my math book. I’ve given them names. There’s […]
Another reprint/repost from the Daily Cabal, and another favorite of mine. When the human race grew up a bit and got more sense, and matters on Earth were better in hand, we had a chance to look further about the place, just as we had always wanted to:—and when the time was right, making the […]
I feel this is one of the best shorts I ever wrote for the Daily Cabal. It is certainly one of my all-time favorites. Enjoy! Tell me what you think. The Queen of Egypt sat on the steps of her House, watching her father’s boat start across the sky. She thought she could almost see […]
This story was originally published Winter Solstice 2009, on the Daily Cabal. Enjoy! It was a great golden topaz. A man in rags carried it in his last pocket across the hundred-year ice, until he came to the watch house at the mountain’s foot. The sentry took him in and gave him soup. “What’s your […]
I have more posts about novel writing in the works, but today’s my deadline for the edits on the sequel to The Demon Catchers of Milan so here’s a flash fiction reprint instead; hope it makes you laugh. Aunt Mary’s Place My aunt left me a house. Well–I was the third cousin in line, anyway. […]
