I put everything I had into making Noon in Florida great. It contains 12 stories — about 6,000 words — of my best flash fiction.
Here’s the blurb:
Noon in Florida delivers realistic flash fiction with no wasted words.
By turns angsty, empathetic, and eccentric, these minimalist short-short stories center on…
“Tom Marley is a racing camel,” Ahmed said. “The fastest in all of the Sinai.”
“Tom Marley?” I asked. “Not Bob?”
Ahmed appeared somewhat surprised by my ignorance, but the stupidity of tourists is known the world over.
Ahmed patiently explained that…
Balls to the wall has nothing to do with testicles. Neither does balls out.
Both expressions mean working at maximum effort or speed, and the balls in question are part of a device invented in the 17th century — the centrifugal governor.
Please, allow me to explain.
James Watt designed…
Saddle leather creaked as Gwynn fidgeted atop his fearsome warhorse, Clyde. The alien world visible through the shimmering portal appeared to be equal parts forest, rain, and mud.
“Like Seattle,” Gwynn thought, “before Starbucks.”
Tradition dictated that heroes charge through portals as they appeared, slay whatever monsters presented themselves, and…
This novel-writing deal is a trip. Some days I feel like I’m getting somewhere, others I know for sure I’m not.
Yesterday, I posted the (first draft of) the Break into Two, which made me feel like I was actually getting somewhere.
Home wasn’t any better. In fact, aside from Wesson being happy to see me, it was worse. The embassy was worthless, and I hadn’t heard…
On October 8th, 2021, M.E. (Ned) de los Establos woke up to find his M*d*um account was blocked and under investigation:
Ramón was lying in the street in front of the tires. The two Dutch girls were kneeling next to him.
Ramón was lying in the street. The two Dutch girls were kneeling next to him.
“Is he okay?” No answer. I asked again, louder. “Is he okay?”
One of them…