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.”

Lilyanne Speaks. My Aunt Lyddie is smart and cool. Smart because she’s the sole owner of Hair’s the Place,the best beauty shop in Harshbarger Mills and has… Read more “Lilyanne, from the Lyddie and Nonna Gaylene Stories”

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.”

Pace’s nose quivered with the smells beyond, but he didn’t want to leave.

I piled everything in a skillet and heated it until it was palatable, dumped everything in a big bowl, and marched out to his run.

Part 2 I started feeding Pace during the most beautiful Indian summer I’ve ever seen. Lucky feeds the hounds once a day, but by September, Pace was… Read more “Nonna Gaylene Walks the Floor (a Harshbarger Mills Story)”

“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.