short story – Joan Spilman

Lilyanne from “The Nonna Gaylene and Lyddie Stories” con’t.

I didn’t see him, but Jim could easily blend into the crowd. A completely forgettable man in a hunting cap. Shannon had stalked ahead, but Angie and… Read more “Lilyanne from “The Nonna Gaylene and Lyddie Stories” con’t.”

“My name is Theodore Roosevelt Vance and I know what it’s like to leave in a hurry.”

Char Glimmer Char Glimmer sits on her porch in a ladder-backed chair, waiting for a familiar face to drive her to the doctor. She is wearing a… Read more “To Be Read Aloud to James Viscosi’s pets — with passion and treat breaks.”

“Get the ants!” he shouted. This was his payback. I was pulling double duty for being late. I’d collected the ants yesterday, too.

Mother shoved aside the Electrolux like a discarded dance partner.

While my sister was forming in my mother’s belly my cousin, Deborah Anne,was dying in her mother’s arms. The two events were unconnected.

The dance had been magical, for everyone had a sweetheart.

Did the nurse know who she was talking to? She’s not some floozy who fetches the morning paper in her nightgown!

Part 1 Char Glimmer sits on her porch in a ladder-backed chair, waiting for a familiar face to drive her to the doctor. She is wearing a… Read more “Charlotte Glimmer (a Harshbarger Mills Story)”

I don’t know why her father, who is a good man, didn’t walk fifty yards and stop a beating that ended a boy’s life.