Chicken Walk Paw

blogging short stories since 2016

A ruin surrounded by green countryside. I snapped photos of its pointed towers from behind the car window. The heater blasted a musky warmth into the rental car. We drove up the empty road and parked beside local shops that were painted an assortment of…

Black Birds of Ireland

There was a square hole in his cell. It shined just enough light for him to see the black stone walls which imprisoned him. He stood on his toes, but his fingertips barely grazed its edge. He leaned against the wall feeling its coolness against…

Imprisoned by a Square Hole

We walked down the paved pathway. Dog and girl. Her red leash jingled. It was definitely not a gorge or even a forest; it was barely even a park. The path circled the perimeter of the tiny field and swing sets. We stopped midway and…

A Spot for a Girl and her Dog

Snowflakes sprinkled around her. There was a fuzziness to her sight as though all the whiteness had brightened and blurred together. Nothing seemed real except for the cold which left her cheeks and nose numb. Father was climbing uphill. ┬áHis gait was heavy as though…

On Tenterhooks

She had tangerine hair. Thick and tangled like an unkempt bush. Every spring after the snow had melted, we hurled ourselves into the backwoods, and like wild boars, we charged. Twigs snapped and cracked scratching our skin. Our legs and feet were like thin twigs…

Tangerine Girl

“Happy thirty-fifth birthday, babe.” “Ya know, it’s funny I don’t feel it,” said Riley, “I feel like I’m in my twenties.” “Well, when it’s my turn to turn thirty-five remember to forget my birthday,” said Nora. Riley laughed while fanning his face with a hat.…

“I’m not old!” said the Old Man.