Tag Archives: Friday Fictioneers

Here’s how it happened: I was on the ladder fixing a gutter when the wind gusted and I ended up standing at the edge of an old canal, and this boat glides up all weathergray and brown, riding high, filled … Continue reading →

I saw her gazing at the road sign. “Not from here?” I asked. “Nope.  Landed in O’Hare an hour ago,” she said.  “Headed to Cali.” “So you’re got a layover and figured you’d get your kicks?” “No,” she said.  “I’m … Continue reading →

“Why’d you give me this name, anyway?” asked Last Snow. “Your mother and I called you that because we brought you home in a snowstorm,” her father said.  “We figured it was the last one we’d ever see, and we … Continue reading →

“We coulda jumped him somewhere else,” the man said. “Not right here in broad daylight.” “Shut up and help me prop his bike up,” his partner said. “Lay him out next to it. Make it look like he’s napping.” “Yeah, … Continue reading →

They say the sound’s like a freight train but all I could hear was the house cracking apart, sticks and stones whickering by like shrapnel.  I remember seeing my neighbor’s truck whirling up into the air like a skater doing … Continue reading →

The old man reached into his backpack. “See these?” he said, holding up a fistful of spikes.  “Caltrops.  They stop road equipment in its tracks.” His daughter looked at him.  “Can we go soon?” “Yes,” he said. He walked out … Continue reading →

“Tell me how to make a detonator from this,” the old man said, shaking the old cellphone in his fist.  “You know, yeah?” “I know how.  But what for?” the young man asked. “No one comes to our old hotel … Continue reading →

“This might not even work,” the student said. “You’re right, and it’ll be years till the serum’s approved for human trials,” the professor replied.  His hands rattled on the edge of his wheelchair.  “I don’t have that kind of time.” … Continue reading →

I have the same argument with myself every time I move. “Throw the old thing away,” says a voice near my left shoulder. “Naw, keep it,” says the voice next to my other ear. Turns out the right side always … Continue reading →