Category Archives: Short Story

Stephan Bailey: A Valise of Doubt

Stephan Bailey: A Valise of Doubt “You’ve got this all wrong,” Tim Derr said to his best friend of thirty years, Stephan Bailey who sat next to him on a stool at a tavern in Miami called, 305 Brass. “First and foremost compadre, as a person who has known you the most, and the best wingman that a guy looking for a girl could ask for—it’s not a blind date.” “Remember when Tara and I went to an all-inclusive in Key West?” Tim asked. “Of course,” Stephan said. “Well, Read more [...]

Rotted Orange among the Apple Orchards

Rotted Orange among the Apple Orchards A man from Miami wearing brown sandals, drawstring tan pants and a white guayabera appeared large between dead apple orchards. Two turkey vultures pecked on his body nailed between the long grass blades with a bullet. Their beaks had been breaking his skin since the scent stirred the air of a farm field in the eight hours of his death. The body was later identified by the sister of the deceased man: Charlie Snow. Twelve hours earlier at the Merry Mountain Read more [...]

The Toil of Tic Tacking

The Toil of Tic Tacking “What time yinz going tic tacking Joey?” “Probably ‘bout seven…seven-thirty, just show up at Eddie’s house at seven. Hey, you got room in your sack for more corncobs?” “Yeah, I got room. Wow! We have a lot of corn to rake we get back,” Rich responded. Joey Retter and Rich Canato were years apart in age, but not in mischievous thinking. The two neighborhood friends were tearing dried corn cobs from the farthest rows of stalks on Miller’s Farm. Dano, Read more [...]

The Lone Wolfe

The Lone Wolfe Winner of the WritersWeekly.com 24-Hour Short Story Contest Selection “The Mac Dad will make you...Jump! Jump! The Daddy Mac will make...Jump! Jump!" Lisa sang as she held onto the rope that swung over Wolfe Lake. "Then 'Jump!' already, Lisa!" Terrence yelled while their friends laughed at her from the bank. She let go and plunged into the cool water with her two middle fingers pointed at Terrence. "Hey Terrence, what does this mean (Ginger and Elaine give him the middle finger Read more [...]

Retirement in the Everglades

Retirement in the Everglades When they submerged Cantor’s body in the sawgrass marsh, there were gators that tore and gnawed until his five feet two inches frame was green and raw from the eventual decomposition. However, the human remains of Cantor’s departure remained relevant because of a father and son fishing trip. Gerry Torre’s nine year old son told his dad that he caught an Oscar, but to Gerry’s shock it was not a fish. It could be the possible missing person from the Miami Herald Read more [...]