Fiction

Friendship Oddly

Often, when I share my fiction writing with friends, they ask me what experiences I've had that lead me to write such a story. This used to annoy me because I write stories for the fun of it, I greatly enjoy creating captivating characters and compelling story lines. Given the frequency of the questions, I started really thinking about it. Each author has a style, that is why we have our favorites. In reviewing the short stories that I have been working on, I realized that they all have an element of strange friendships. An old man and a young caretaker, a man who dies in his lovers arms and is reborn as a dog, a little girl who breaks into a mans house because she is bored and lonely. The main emotion that underlies these intriguing and sweet friendships. I have always been a lonely person, I haven't found an explanation, but I love stories that explore finding comfort in another being in strangely delicious ways.

​Zombie Cats

I lived on a street where an old man had the corner lot where three streets intersected. Every week there was some new, random thing in his front yard, proudly displayed for all to see. There was never a sign, and the objects weren't things that most people would probably want; an old broken lawn chair, beat up, used cardboard boxes, rusty wheel hubs. One day, when I turned onto my street, there was an old car sitting on the freshly mowed lawn, perfectly positioned to face all three streets. The hood was propped open as if the car were in a line up at a classic car show. What was he up to now? I don't know, but the idea for Zombie Cats was born.