Unwanted
Heaven didn’t want the maiming boy
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Heaven didn’t want the maiming boy
“Why don’t you try poking out your eyes?
My hands shook in the cold rain as I fumbled with the shovel handle as another flash of lightning illuminated the back deck’s leaf litter blanket.
It was a dark and stormy night, my wife and daughter were driving to a Fire Hall outside Chester for a family gathering.
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
Jamie slammed his hand against the dash of the car and the heater fan rattled to life.
Nanuk the Bear stood on his hind legs and sniffed the icy air.
I hate waiting at the bus stop.
warm oil on your back
Raised by the pack, we didn’t know about the Change util it happened to my friend Brown Ear.
Driving late at night
“You can do this,” he said with an intensity that made me smile.