FlashFiction

Left to my own devices, which is seldom a good idea, I decided to bring Lady Chatterley’s Lover to school to share with my friends. I had read the newly released, previously banned novel one … Read on

The school-bus yellow school bus rattled down Meeting House Road with twenty or so prep school students on board. They were escorted by a history teacher with red-orange hair at the wheel, and another teacher, … Read on

My father had a cliché for every occasion. One of his favorites was “Never look a gift horse in the mouth.” I often wondered if that applied to gift pussy, but the old man never … Read on

The first time I saw an obedience class at a dog show, I thought it was done with mirrors. I was particularly suspicious of the drill in which contestants told their dogs to lie down … Read on

“Dear Sir or Madam”

Thus began the pet sitter’s letter, which my wife and I found taped to the back door when we arrived at our Southeastern Pennsylvania home late one evening after a five-day … Read on