The dog's fur was the color of cream. What a cutie. He must've heard my car idling at the end of his driveway and came to say hello. I snapped a picture. My own dog, Apache, sensed his chance for freedom and bounded out the open car door. I thought he might greet his fellow …
Tag: Fiction
MTO Norah Marr
I was born in the water. When I say I was born in the water, people think birthing pool. Or bathtub. Mom says someday I'll use my water birth as an icebreaker at parties and gatherings, but for now, she forbids any talk about it. Her face locks up and vibrates like there's an earthquake …
MTO Harry Griffiths
The sun can really zap a person. Beach days are the bomb, but the walk back to the rental...ugh. All Harry's energy had seeped into the soft white sand of Corolla Beach. The rest of his family had gone back earlier, but Harry's lounge chair was set at the high tide line, and he'd committed …
MTO Bob Griffiths
April, 2015. The Boston Marathon. On Bob's race day it was 40 degrees and raining with meaty gusts of wind. I could end this horror story right here, couldn't I? I mean, imagine: Running twenty-six point something miles drenched and cold and getting buffeted by wind. By the time you're running the Boston though, you've …
MTO Sam Marr
...continued from MTO Jack Marr. Sam approached the scene on the sidewalk warily, not quite believing his eyes. A bizarre metallic craft hovered a few inches over the ground. Lucy sniffed it, licked her chops, and drooled. Tiny green people barely bigger than his pinky were having an argument. One of them wasn't green and …
MTO Jack Marr
The chore of walking Lucy often fell to Jack, the oldest of the Marr kids. He was the only one who could keep a hold of the leash when Lucy used that bionic strength in her Shepherd hind legs to make a mad dash toward a squirrel or a dog or even certain car models. …
MTO Pat Kubec
Ride horses long enough and you learn to trust them, so when Lord Byron, raised his head and snorted, Pat reined him to a stop. The bridle trail clutched the banks of the Rocky River but occasionally veered into the thickly wooded areas where sunlight could barely slice through the canopy. Pat leaned forward and …
MTO Ginny Thompson
2:47 AM. Ginny woke to her daughter's vice-like grip on her shoulders and powerful shake. A jar of peanut butter slipped from her hand and dropped on Diane's toe, yanking a howl from her. "Mom, you're sleepwalking again." Diane stutter stepped to the nearest stool and rubbed her sore toe. The next night Ginny got …
MTO Heather
Heather was terrified. Her filbert brush was poised over the nepeta green. Then she hovered it over the fern/forest mixture she'd just prepared. Nepeta? Fern/forest? Nepeta? It was an excruciating decision: which green? What if she chose wrong? Sure, she could blend it away, but Heather was a little superstitious. The first colors to touch …
MTO Magarisa
With a bag of groceries in each arm, Magarisa managed to unlock her front door and push it open with her foot. As was his practice, Fury wended his way between Magarisa's feet, trying as hard as he could to be stepped on or to trip her. His excited meows morphed into purrs as he …
KL Griffiths 