OUR TRIP TO THE BRITISH ISLES (in case you remotely had any interest)
…all the Royal BS doesn’t impress me that much, a rant for another day.
The w...
Short Stories
A MORNING IN HELL
“Dammit, I did it again.”
Those were the first words out of my incredibly dry...
A DAY IN THE LIFE
I hit the bright red button angrily to end my call and sat in my truck contempla...
TOMMY, CAN YA HEAR ME
1,050 Words
In November of 1973 three friends and I drove through a snowstorm...
BANDS OF BROTHERS
I’ve always wished I had a brother. Bet my dad and son did too. Both my paternal...
A Space in Time
As dusk descended upon the Arizona desert, daylight dissolved, and the warmth me...
THIS COCKNEY SPARROW KNOWS NOT JACK
There are more than likely more victims
What real life bloke ‘as ‘ad an untold ...
SUMMER OF ’69
Chris and I had just finished another arduous pop bottle run. We were now comfor...
RITA HAYWORTH & THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION
“Andy came to Shawshank Prison in early 1947 for murdering his wife and the fell...
Futility – The Wreck of the Titan
Was Robertson a psychic?As many know, I’m presently promoting my newest novel, R...