“Helpin’ Out Daddy,” a short, short story

Red sun blisterin’ hot, dryin’ out morning dew.  No money till pickin’ time.  Plastic sheets coverin’ sulfury-smellin’ dirt, screechin’ underfoot.  Findin’ her place, bucket in hand.  Endless rows of plump fruit fixin’ to swamp her. Mr. C. livin’ in her head, pushin’.  “Hey, girl, you late.  No profit in dallyin’.  Finish yer row, have somethin’Continue reading ““Helpin’ Out Daddy,” a short, short story”

The Third Floor – a true ghost story

Ghosts don’t exist. They belong in the realm of fairies, goblins, hobbits, and other fictional characters. At least, that is what I believed until my trip to Italy. I flew to Milan with the intention of staying at Pension Carrobbio, a three-story hotel near the Piazza del Duomo. My friend who suggested the place saidContinue reading “The Third Floor – a true ghost story”

Crossing the Cemetery on Halloween Night

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain had paused but the fickle moon often hid behind the thunderheads, plunging Morganville into Stygian darkness. As I neared the cemetery, my 1975 Hornet coughed, sputtered, and rolled to a stop. I did the usual things, but it wouldn’t restart. Another car approached, and I triedContinue reading “Crossing the Cemetery on Halloween Night”

The Fairies of Garden City

In Science, one thing sort of leads to another. So it was with the Parallel Euclidian Eye-space Polarization Experimental Research Station. The theory is generally accepted, now, but in 2035 it was not generally believed that light could be polarized along an axis parallel to the motion of photons. Scientists were divided into two camps:Continue reading “The Fairies of Garden City”

The Misadventure of the Perilous Porcelain, a Parody

NOTE: This is a continuation of the Misadventure of the Sacrificial Sheep, a Parody “He’s coming ‘round, Lestrade.” Someone was attempting to pour brandy down my throat. I erupted in a paroxysm of coughing and soon wheezed to full consciousness, the apparent objective of the brandy-wielder. “You fainted, Watson,” said he.

The Misadventure of the Sacrificial Sheep, a Parody

NOTE: This is a continuation of the Misadventure of the Empty Trunk, a Parody. “It was merely a jest, Watson, a bit of whimsy on my part,” said Holmes, setting down the tea tray beside where I huddled, shivering, before our fireplace. He was referring to his inexplicably rude behaviour of the previous evening, whichContinue reading “The Misadventure of the Sacrificial Sheep, a Parody”

The Demon Box

The phone rang. Dagon Emberly, my magician boss, twirled an imperious hand. “Hullo,” said I, picking up the black receiver. “Is this Emberly?” “He’s busy.” “I need to speak to him.” “About what?” “The Demon Box.” “Who is this?” I asked. “Keller.” I was speaking to my boss’s hated rival, the world’s greatest magician, HarryContinue reading “The Demon Box”

The Misadventure of the Empty Trunk (A Parody)

It was ten o’clock in Baker Street. Holmes was sawing away at his violin, producing a creditable imitation of a cat fight. I saw no reason to tell him so, as I’d already mentioned it thrice that evening, to no avail whatsoever. I was idly perusing advertisements in the Times. An astonishing number of womenContinue reading “The Misadventure of the Empty Trunk (A Parody)”