Flashbacks For 2018

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North Meets South

On the ’net, I convinced her I was a guy in her gated community who could double her money in a sure-thing day trade. Nearly worked.

I shouldn’t have sent that picture of “my son” building a snowman. Who knew it’s summer in Australia?


Aliens Among Us

Blx and I disguised ourselves, modeling schematics found in a store. Poor Blx chose “The Visible Man,” which is silly. I chose something scientific, yet it’s I to whom people point and laugh.

“Operation” is anatomically correct, isn’t it?



She’s twice my size, but I’m the man, so I’m on the roof, adjusting the antenna.

I shriek as I slip, dangling by one hand.

“Hang on! Don’t move!”

Five minutes. No siren.

“Hang on!”

No siren.

“Show’s over. Calling 911.”




“Love to!”

“Marry me?”

“I will!”

“How many years, now?”

“Too many!”

“Want a divorce?”

“God, yes!”




At Odds

“Moonlight is so soothing.”

“Not to me.”

“I love to walk in the moonlight.”

“I’d rather run.”

“Hold me.”

I did, until she was still. Then I howled.



“Act like you have it, and it comes to you.”

“And you’re doing what?”

“Buying a wedding gown.”



“I’ll wait to order the cake.”



It’s beautiful, really.

Humans invade our merfolk beaches. We attack. The blood attracts our enemies, the sharks, and they get blamed.


Well, not for the humans ….


Go Figure

1 marriage = 2 people

2 people + 1 on the side = eternal triangle

2 – 1 + 1 = 1 new marriage

2 + 1 bulldog cop = 25 to Life


Grim the Fire Dog

Act like a pup. Kids like pups.

This looked good: young couple, 3 kids under 4. Charm ’em, get in the house, burn it.

A 5-year-old came out in a Gruff T-shirt.

Damn! Foiled by my twin again!


Pumpkin Ever After

They empty me, carve a hideous face on me.

They put a green light in me on Halloween. I’m ghastly. Repulsive.

Even more so after I’ve sat, fly-blown and forgotten, for a month or so.



You long for Spring; I, Autumn.

In Spring, trees form an impenetrable green wall.

Autumn bares the view. I can see you. Or your closed blinds, thin shields from my longing gaze.



I kill him every year at Solstice.

I’m the Summer King, you know, and he’s Winter.

He always looks different, but I know Winter when I see him.

And I kill him.

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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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