I have been thinking lately

Which is a dangerous thing.

The lights from the holidays have come down and the boxes are staring at me in an expectant, take me to the attic, sort of way.

You know how boxes are.

My grandfather had almost a half a block of…

It’s scary and not awful and still needs work…

The cargo ship hovering over the dusty landing site blew sand particles into its spacesuit and helmet.

He didn’t feel the grit when he threw it, but he heard it bounce off his fortified skin.

Jon Renard rolled his head forward…

HALF COCKED — BACKWOODS STATION

“Sterling, you want to come on in here?”

Shit, he wondered. What the hell did I do now?

He ignored Madge from the desk by the door, her sniff of disdain and displeasure bouncing off the only wooden walls in Backwoods Station.

His worn boots…

ANDY THE DROID

PENNY WISE

“Penelope Wise?”

“Present,” said a small voice in the front row, near the corner of the crowded classroom.

“Hello Penny,” said Ms. Randolph. Her face was pleasant, like a favorite aunt who knew more than one family secret.

“You’re reputation precedes you.”

“Thank you,” Penny…

Johnson’s late. Jeremy Jackson Johnson’s was a dilapidated grill and bar perched on a patch of pristine sand near the edge of a small inlet on the Intercoastal Waterway. Johnson was a retired Navy man, the son of a retired Navy man and second generation beer slinger. …

BACKWOODS STATION — BOOTLEG

BACKWOODS STATION — BOOTLEG

Sterling walked through the door of Fenix station and nodded to Madge behind her desk as she tried to ignore him.

“Morning Madge,” he tipped the brim of his hat.

The action earned him a sniff of disapproval and what sounded like…

The day before a holiday is weird.

I imagine, if I was at work today, we would have a big potluck lunch.

That’s what we did when I worked in corporate America.

I always brought a few dozen chocolate chip cookies that people raved about.

I am a master at…