A Forest Spring

The winter winds would blow down from the mountains. The snow from the peak would come down and coat the trees even when the sky was clear sometimes. Their cabin was built just below the tree line where the trees still grew tall and could shield it from the worst of the mountain gusts. She … More A Forest Spring

A Conversation

This is an older piece of fiction I wrote years ago after binge watching films based on Ireland’s “Troubles.” It’s not particularly good, but I’m quite fond of it.     The old wooden chairs mingled with new metal ones. The bar stools were still here, still antiques. They would probably keep them, he thought, … More A Conversation

Wind Fighters

His face is weather beaten. It’s leather from the wind and rain. He sits in a hard plastic chair. The light is harsh and accentuates a scar he received in a drunken bar fight years ago. It is round like the broken tumbler that an angry drunk smashed into it. His eyes are dark and … More Wind Fighters

Paul’s Saints

The plane vibrates like all planes do as I land. This isn’t nearly the worst I’ve felt in a plane before, a teenage boy with sweats on and oversized sunglasses is trying to play it cool. I go back to reading. We hit an updraft. He kicks into the air and yells out an obscenity. … More Paul’s Saints