AAAAAAh Vacation
By Farrell Fand “This is going to be the best vacation ever,” I said to Anna, my wife. “Maybe, but do we have to use the pop-up camper?” she whined. “Driving all the way from New Jersey to Quebec with that thing behind us doesn’t seem like a good idea. Can the car do that kind of trip? It’s 525 miles, remember.” “I had...
Talking Turkey
By L. Stevens In a remote, cold country field in the Florida Panhandle, the feathered pastor addressed his wild turkey flock. “In this, the first week of November, we offer our heartfelt prayers for our domesticated cousins, for this is the time of their annual tribulation. Let us bow our beaks and pray, ‘Oh, Heavenly...
The Planet Exchange
By L. Stevens I enjoy writing, and participate in a fiction writers’ group that sends out monthly “prompts”, (suggested topics), challenging the members to compose short pieces accordingly. Here’s a recent example; it left me without a clue. 8/02/21 This month’s prompt: The Dog Days of summer are named for the rise of...
Ladder
By Farrell Fand “Joe, all you have to do is climb up the ladder, reach up, turn the knob, and come back down. It’s not so hard. Actually, I would do it myself, but then who would hold the ladder? You’re not strong enough to hold it for me, so I’ll hold it while you go up.” “I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Frank. This...
The Castaways
By L. Stevens My partner paces back and forth, clearly unsettled, recounting the latest conversation with Ben. “He said, ‘Something happened. Like the wind changing directions, she wasn’t who she appeared to be.’ His exact words.” I shake my head. “Ben certainly has a way with words. ‘Like the wind changing directions.’...
The Car
By Farrell Fand The old neighborhood in Newark isn’t the same anymore. Just about everything has changed. The street, Belmont Avenue, now Irvine Turner Boulevard, is very different. It’s not a very wide street, but back in 1948, when I was seven, it looked like a huge expanse to me. The new two family house that now...
Remembering Glenda
By L. Stevens “Be careful. These bruise.” The cashier places a large ripe scarlet-orange mango in his hand; she playfully wraps her warm hands around his. The young man reddens, clearly smitten. His boyish crush embarrasses him. They work long Saturdays together in a bright busy supermarket, she at the register, he...
Oh What A Beautiful Day
By Anna Fand While reading a magazine recently, I came across an article inviting animal lovers to enter a contest about their favorite pets. The headline caught my eye: “If you have enjoyed animals as friends or companions over the years, please tell us which was the most unforgettable and why. Our judges will select a...
Elvis Never Died Like They Said
By L. Stevens I could see Jackie Carter was annoyed. Heads turned and ears pricked up in every cubicle in the office. “Larry, damn it! Go buy your own stupid cake if you want one. I’ve got better things to do. Now skedaddle!” Jackie’s workload had gotten much heavier since the recent layoffs at the Food Service company...
Ice
By Farrell Fand “Mom, it’s so hot outside. I think the sidewalk is going to melt.” “Now, Georgie, don’t give me any trouble. You know that I’m going to have company this afternoon and I need to clean the house and get ready. My old friend, Gloria, is coming and I want to impress her. I haven’t seen her for years, and...
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