The Book of Samuel

There was pregnant pause fit for an ellipsis at the Plath Institute for the Punctuationally Perplexed. Apostrophes dangled in mid-air—like modifiers—pondering their functions. Were they in for possession, or did their presence suggest a multitude of charges? Commas found themselves scattered, unsure of where to go and how many of them were necessary. Meanwhile, the semi-colons, colons and em-dashes jockeyed for position in the awkward [...]

At the Garage

It's Fandango's Friday Flashback! I wrote this charming little piece on this date in 2017.   The Daily Post The prompt is "quicksilver." "I’m gonna miss ol’ Gus.” "Yep-eroo," Joey sighed. "Ain’t nobody can bust a tire faster’n him...” “Uh-huh. Change his mind slicker’n snot, too!” “You betcha. Reckon that's why folks called ’m Quicksilver.” “Hee-hee! First he’s [...]

The Artiste

  Would this train ride never end? William stared out the window at nothing much, just as he’d been doing for days. He knew travelling from New Jersey to San Francisco by train would be grueling, but he was not prepared for the monotony of Kansas, Nebraska, Ohio, ad nauseum. And then there was the [...]