Grievances, INC.

    Mary was the one who told me about Grievances, Inc. It was lunch break, and we were in the courtyard. Mary ordered the Rad Na from the ‘Noodles to Thai For’ food truck. I had my usual tuna sandwich. I was griping again about David from accounts receivable. Today, instead of leaning his… Continue reading Grievances, INC.

Independence Day

*This flash fiction was published by NANO Fiction Issue 10.1 in 2016   What is it about small towns, I wonder, eyeing the girls in daisy dukes, cautionary tales of meth and boredom. It’s Utah. It’s hot. The tow-truck drops us off at a roadside Motel. A dusty parking lot full of cracked up cars.… Continue reading Independence Day

The Story

“It was a cold, dark night,” he begins, and I stop him right away. “Wait, wait. Wait.” I say. “Yes?” “Are you kidding me? A cold, dark night?” It’s been months since Mark and I parted ways. He called me up late one evening and begged a get-together. Underneath his usual droll tone, I noticed… Continue reading The Story

Writing Advice From Carnanan Smithee: The Writer’s Writer

  Smithee Says: "Thise who can't write, do." *thos *those         Hello, I am the world renowned Author Auteur, Carnanan  Smithee ( you may know me from my multitude of amazing ebooks, like: "Luscious Lust and the Bodacious Bust" or "That Scary Time Something Happened!", among others), and I have some news for you:… Continue reading Writing Advice From Carnanan Smithee: The Writer’s Writer

Meanwhile, In Utah….

I hang up. “Beth, they’re coming to take our baby.” Beth at the sink, her shoulders slumped. “How can they do that?” “Our love scares them.” Her hands shake. Silverware clatters to the floor. “Shhhh. You’ll wake her.” Upstairs, tiny eyes open.        

Does Brenda Planckett Have a Chance in This World?

Kissing Brenda was like kissing a wet dog, Jerry told me. When were you kissing a wet dog is what I wanted to know. “It was her tongue,” he informed. “It was all slobbery, and it didn’t do much. Just sat there like a lump while my tongue did all the somersaults and jumping jacks.… Continue reading Does Brenda Planckett Have a Chance in This World?

The Gift

Sara’s mother-in-law in the kitchen; upset. “How can this be? A home must have a coffee maker. Now I know your Christmas present!” “No, please don’t. I won’t use it. I go out for coffee. Really. Don’t.” Christmas morning. Coffee for all.          


I duck into the nearest bar. Have to lay low and sing small for a while. But a Karaoke fight breaks out. In the confusion, the DJ passes the microphone to me. “……but I did not shoot the Deputy…..” Damn. Cover blown.  


Her bag's packed, hidden under their bed. Stashed inside is money, a ticket and pretty red heels. Any day now. Any day. Decades later, sorting her things, I’ll find her dusty suitcase next to a shoe box filled with photographs of me.  


The Walkie Talkie crackles. Joe’s voice sounds like he’s radioing me from the moon. “Meet me at the Panera.” He doesn’t say my name much, anymore. He doesn’t say “Hi” or “See ya later” anymore, either. Just directives. Go there. Get that. Watch out for the Green Slugs. Blah, blah. I would give my left… Continue reading Divorce