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 …

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, …

The Piano Shark Player.

At the end of the dinner party for musicians with obscure instruments, the guests took it in turns to wow their fellow eccentrics with presentations and demonstrations. ‘I have a zither!’ said one. ‘A loophonium!’ said another. ‘A boxstrop!’ ‘A theremin!’ ‘Ho-hum,’ said Montgomery Ficus, the most eccentric of the eccentrics, to each of these …

The Koala.

He had his tree. So when the cockatoos passed on the gulls’ caws about the orang-utans losing theirs, it didn’t register as more than gossip. The apes lived far across the sea. He didn’t speak their language. He had never seen one in the flesh. They sounded primitive and grotesque, these orange giants -- imagined monsters, …