Category Archives: Fiction

Clifford Danforth couldn’t have cared less. There’d been the rumors for a while now; the President would be coming and it was all the town talked about. “Honestly?” asked the headline of an editorial in The Boothbay Register, the town’s … Continue reading →

(This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual Pippas, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.) “You’re using too much water.” “What?” “I … Continue reading →

(A tad too close to home?  Well, it’s a bit of Maple Ave and Sudbury, I won’t deny, and a bit of me these days.)  “We’re done here Mr. Goodrich!”  It was the guy in charge of the movers, Joey … Continue reading →

(This is one of my earlier stories for the class taught by Patrick McCord of Write Yourself Free and a bloody fine teacher he is.  The story got some positive attention in class and I rather like it myself.) THE … Continue reading →

(This version came from my instructor in a writing class telling me not to be so nice all the time.) Henson drove up the gravel driveway slowly, eyeing the crabgrass on the once pristine lawn and the weeds taking over … Continue reading →

(This is the first version, the ‘nice’ about a son visiting his aging father) Phillip turned the car into the gravel driveway comforted by the grassy hump down its middle, the part that car tires hadn’t trampled down. The hump … Continue reading →