Fiction

If it weren’t for the little peanut seller, the elephant would have long ago succumbed to insanity. He probably would’ve…

The dogs and I go for our morning walk. A cat corpse, skinny, orange-striped, lies in the alley next to…

Once upon a time, there were two unlikely friends, a hippo and a hyena. They had been friends since a…

My great-grandmother, Alberta Cecilia Burbage Powell, was a strong-willed woman with an uncomplicated view of life. People did what she…

The bird was pecking at my window again. Two days in a row. It was the same bird, a black…