Goodwood Duxford tales... He found her sitting under a spreading magnolia tree at the center of Gramberly Cemetery. The moon was waning but there was still enough light that her cornsilk-yellow hair seemed to glow. She had her back turned when he walked up. Sitting on a wrought-iron bench, her hands were clasped and laid daintily … Continue reading The death of me
Category: Flash Fiction
Getting the word out
Writer’s Block [noun] the state of stymied inspiration; unable to coherently write or lacking the ability to form new ideas or create new storylines; when the voices in your head stop talking to you. We all need a little help, or a gentle push, sometimes to get our imagination going. Other times, it’s fun to … Continue reading Getting the word out
Roll reversal
The Guardians… A golden envelope was tucked into his jacket breast pocket. He memorized the missive and now sat among the lunch crowd on a busy, and familiar street. Minkin Bercu knew the area well, having worked this territory as a senior guardian before his recent promotion. The last time Bercu was on Market Street, … Continue reading Roll reversal
Special assignment
Standing in the hallway outside of his new office, Minkin Bercu supervised the gilding of his name and a new title on the door. Turning his attention to the kneeling maintenance man to his right putting away his paints, Bercu stifled an appalled snort. He took out a notebook and pen, and wrote himself a quick … Continue reading Special assignment
Fowl deeds
Goodwood Duxford tales... A night like this didn’t happen often, but Goodwood Duxford, caretaker and ghost wrangler at Gramberly Cemetery, could not return two of his wandering spirits back to their final resting place. Despite his annoyance, Goody had to chuckle when he thought of the Judson Brothers, and their “final rest.” Gramberly’s most … Continue reading Fowl deeds
Will play for tips
I knew what day it was by what instrument Carl was playing. A fixture at the corner of Summit and Division Streets every day except Sunday, Carl said he gives the Lord the Sabbath. He was as much a fixture at St. Bellamy’s Mission, having been a member there for all of his 76 years. … Continue reading Will play for tips





