Category Archives: Fiction

Me and Mortimer. “Death in the Saddle,” Chapter Two.

If you’re like me and got kids, you know that proper schoolin’ takes up a good part of their lives. I got a teenage daughter who’s just graduated into high school and she sez she wants to major in journalism … Continue reading

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Me and Mortimer—Chapter One—Introduction

This is the introduction to a series of short, humorous stories in the life of a middle-aged man whom, you might say, is a square peg trying to fit into a round hole – an Andy Capp sort of a … Continue reading

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The Magic Door–or, How to Call Back Your Muse when it’s on Vacation.

Last Friday I was feeling–well, out of sorts. If you’re a creative person like I am, you’ve experienced a similar feeling: like a square trying to fit into a round hole. Nothing was going right for me. I had planned … Continue reading

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First Arrest

I don’t know who authored this thought that, on their death bed, wished they had spent more time at the office, rather than with their wife and kids, but I feel there’s a lot of truth here. Unfortunately, there are … Continue reading

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Stick ’em Up!

Our news, when reporting crimes, usually reports on only the more serious ones because, of course, crime is a serious offence–especially robbing banks. However, as a former police officer, I can tell you of many humorous cases that makes the law … Continue reading

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The Hole-diggers

This light-hearted short-short piece of fiction is an attempt by me to deliberately not give names to characters, nor any “he said, she said,” and with a minimum of descriptive action on the part of each character. Yet the reader should … Continue reading

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Andy Baudy

  When you walk down the street and pass by a “bum,” with his hand out, do you give him a wide birth? Totally ignore him? Maybe you feel annoyed: a little guilty, maybe. lazy tramp! Why doesn’t he just get … Continue reading

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