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Recent story up at fictionaut:
Dock
I got to the dock late, Gil had already started fishing for the eels, slid crushed horseshoe crab over his thick, calloused thumb onto a rusty hook and I wasn’t hungry, who’s fishing for eels, anyway? I see Kern but Massy isn’t there, he’s had domestic troubles, spirits depleted and women lining up his stairs shouting—shouting ‘til truth is told. I can’t see so well, it’s getting dark and the reeds are tall here, willowy reeds that slap your face when you climb down with …

This was a flash piece I did a few years back after finding this priceless photo online.

Jonas and Cindy: A cartoon about breaking up.

Figured I should probably start posting some of my other writing on my blog, isn’t that the purpose more or less?

So, here’s a St. Paddy’s day story challenge up at Fictionaut.

I’ve developed a terrible habit recently: collecting ceramic animals. Specifically, dogs and cats, although occasionally other animals have jumped into the fold, if odd enough of course…