Tag: fiction
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Punk’s Not Junk
A Short Story (Part 2). Sometimes I get sidetracked when I talk about Ray. His story has very little (ok, nothing) to do with what happened when we were five, but it was our very first encounter and I believe it has significance. Not that he even remembered my racy proposition, or the scolding that…
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The Golden Boy
A Short Story. I was five when I first met Ray. I remember the encounter vividly, weeks before kindergarten was to start. Ray had moved in with his grandma, and she lived two doors down from us. I’d never even seen the woman before – until that humiliating, hot August day. “Get out of here!”…
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Island Getaway
(AKA The Escape). A Short Story (Part Five). I was SO close to finding out what had happened to Diego (and how I had ended up lying on the beach – with no shoes and a sombrero on my head), and the thought of this was positively thrilling. The waiter came by with my champagne,…
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The Rescue
A Short Story (Part Four). Following the movements of the sombrero proved to be time consuming. First I met with Joe, who had borrowed the hat from Billy Ray, and he informed me that he had given it to Darrel, who was supposed to return it for him. I lied and told Joe that Billy…
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Something Fishy
A Short Story (Part Three). I asked the Uber driver to take a detour on the way home. I had hidden the sombrero in a large shrub, behind the public restrooms, and I wanted to retrieve it. I was sure that it held a clue, and I wanted it in my possession. The hat was…
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Déjà vu
A Short Story (Part Two). It took forever to walk to the esplanade. Near the sea, my feet were swallowed by ravenous puddles who behaved like quicksand. Closer to the dunes, sharp rocks and shards of shell were camouflaged in the soft warm sand. It was hard to believe I’d walked on this beach the…
a sprinkle of faith 