Short Fiction

Sight and Sense (Originally appeared in The Midwest Literary Magazine, 11/09. Later appeared in the anthology “Can Opener”.)

Daybreak for me comes without a single ray of light; whether or not there are any clouds, it don’t matter. My Blind sees to that, and has going on twenty-four years.
I wasn’t born blind, and maybe I’m glad for that. Lost my sight in ’84, at the age of twenty. They call it the “tragic” age of twenty, those people that can’t help but try to make a man feel sorry for himself.

A blind man who, years later, still struggles with his affliction has a day that tests his resolve. When he returns home, he has a most unexpected visitor with an even more unbelievable offer. Alternately titled, “The Devil and Tim White”, in response to a pair of stories written by friends, about the lord of darkness himself.

The full story can be read here.


In the Evermore (Originally appeared in The Battered Suitcase, Spring 2010.)

He stared back and wished he hadn’t come near. He imagined tales of broken homes, of laughter and love, he saw fields meant for running, and none of it was hers. None of it was the same.
With an uncomfortable, self-conscious stance he turned away from her. What could he say? “Hello? Why are you in my life?” She wasn’t in his life. She only was.

Holden loved Penny, and Penny loved Holden. They promised each other they’d be together forever, but when her life is cut short by disease, their promise is broken. Now a broken man, Holden must try to carry on while he is reminded of the terrible power in promises.

The full story can be read here.


Creepin’ Willy (Originally appeared in Title Goes Here:, 10/10.)

All he’d say of’em was, “They wasn’t right.” Just kept repeatin it to me, like the more times he said it, the better I’d understand it. “How not?” I asked him, and all he could do was shake his head. “They just wasn’t.” When they saw him, he said they made for the trees, only they didn’t rightly run. I asked how they did. He said it fast and easy, like it was the easiest answer in the whole world.
“They was just creepin’.”

It’s the beginning of the 20th century, and strange things are happening at a goldmine somewhere near the Black Hills. William S. Cavenaugh the Third is going to do everything in his power to keep his mine going to prove that he can be a successful man in his own right, and the foremen and miners on his payroll are going to be the ones to pay the price.

“This strong narrator will draw you in as deep as the mine full of William Cavenaugh’s gold.” – Inanna Gabriel, Co-editor in Chief of Title Goes Here:.

The press release for this issue can be read here.