A Bit of Short Short Fiction: Treading Water

An oversized glowing full-circle of a moon rose in the distance, its reflection amplified on the Gulf of Mexico. A tarnished silver pitted plate in the bright diamond-filled sky. Cool water at the ocean’s edge licked my toes, grounding me on a beach in the Florida Panhandle. Sea oats in the dunes behind me danced in a gentle offshore breeze that made them rustle and sing softly. It was a low mournful sound.

A Secret Life of the Red-Headed Stepchild

My compilation of blog posts and a selection of short short fiction is now available on Amazon. A project of several years of writing, editing, and revision, it’s a product of my fertile imagination and angst. A Secret… Read More