Replaced.

When the end of life as the townsfolk knew it came, they went about their day without a show of any thought as to its strangeness. They had, in fact, not a show of any thought at all. At nine o'clock on that Tuesday morning, the roads were oddly nightdark, and the adults of the …

My yardstick.

I recently had cause to think on where it all began. While I have been writing poems and stories for as long as I can remember, I started to get serious about my writing in 2012, when 'The Man with the Purple Halo' placed third in that year's Trudy Graham-Julie Lewis Literary Award. That was …

Tammy’s New Pet.

'You going to get one, Charlie?' said Tammy, and she dug out another ladleful of meat from the casserole dish. 'Great stew, Viola. Thanks for putting on lunch.' 'I’m not sure,' Charlie said. 'Something about it doesn’t seem right, taking a wild thing and caging it up, away from its own kind.' 'Don’t go turning …

The Mug Converter.

The Mug Converter is another story I wrote to a Mash Stories prompt. Recently I felt compelled to edit and grow this tiny fiction. I hope you enjoy it. The Mug Converter When the postman called, ‘Delivery!’ and held out the electronic signing thingamabob, Lani let out a squeal. She was expecting the package, yes, …

Cynthia, unlit.

Cynthia was four when her light went out. ‘Where has my light gone?’ she asked. ‘Lord knows,’ her mother said. ‘But it’s all right. You’ll get used to it. It happens with everyone.’ Looking around her she knew this to be true. She had never yet met an adult with a light in their eyes, …