Category: Wanderings

“And The Winner Is…”

A couple of weeks ago, I shared with you that I had entered a flash fiction contest sponsored by my local Writers Guild.  I entered my flash story called “1968” and, I won.  The members of the Guild were the judges, so I read several of the entries and...

Six Word Story Challenge

Six Word Stories . Ernest Hemingway, with one of his most brilliant or possibly his most obnoxious ideas created the six-word story. The six-word story is simply that, a story written using no more than six words. Here is the most famous written by Hemingway: “For Sale: Baby Shoes,...

Flash Fiction – Murder By Poison

This is my second entry into a writing contest.  It just so happens that this is an entry for the Sleuth Ink writing club, which is a group of writers who write murder mysteries and “who-done-its. The photo was a small pop up soft-sided trailer parked in the woods...

Flash Fiction – 1968

From time to time, I am invited to compete in writing contests. I have never done so, until now and I thought I’d share it with you. My submission is for a “Flash Fiction”contest. The piece can be no longer than five hundred words, must use the included photo...

Gunny C.Part Four

“I realize I have a drinking problem and I am asking for help to stay sober today.” With these words, or words very much like them, Gunny C stepped forward and received a white plastic disk about the size of a poker chip. Gunny C accepted his first “surrender...

Gunny C. Part Three

Long before C even thought of joining the Marine Corps, he was a boy growing up in Birmingham, Alabama. He was tall, for his age, the bulk of him I knew wouldn’t develop until later in his life. He was embarrassed of his large hands and over-sized feet. He...

Gunny C. Part Two

Gunny C was a Marine. He was a cook, by training, and a good one. He was the NCOIC (Noncommissioned Officer In Charge) of one of the best run dining facilities on Camp Lejeune. He and the unit had received several compliments, “Atta-boys,” and Letters of Recognition. Gunny C...

Gunny C

“I don’t belong here.” The voice sounded as if it rose up and out of a well.  I shifted my gaze from the paperwork on my desk and filling the doorway to my office was the largest man I have ever seen.  He stood six foot eight in socks,...

A Taste

Several have asked me how the new book is coming and it’s almost finished.  I thought I’d give you all a taste.  Let me know what you think.     He captured her attention as he ambulated along the sidewalk. “Ambulating,” she whispered the word to herself, “such a...

“Damned Buttons”

The summer I was sixteen, I alternated with my Dad driving my little sister to Fargo, North Dakota.  She had qualified for the High School National Finals Rodeo.  Our 1969 Chevy half-ton was loaded with the full sized camper that housed not only the three of us, but also...