Slow, No Wakeby, J. R. Nichols The girls and I were enjoying a peaceful day at the beach when he showed up. Ever the hero, he launched his daughters into the water from sunburned shoulders, and allowed them to bury him in the sand. Meanwhile, I struggled to turn sandwiches for three into lunch for four….
short fiction
Featured Drabble – November, 2020
Goat Drabbleby, J. R. Nichols “Can’t I have him?” she pleads, “I’ll name him Prince Charming, and make him a crown out of paper mache.”“Sofia, he’d just eat it”, I say, holding my nose. “Meh!” The goat blurts, in a voice so loud, I start. The kid has a booming, strangulated voice. Sofia and I…
Someday Writers, Like Me
I’ve not been generous enough with my struggles. I mean, it’s time to let you all in.You all need to understand what it’s like to grow something, to build something.I think.Because I think there’s a lot more of you out there.Folks like me.We want to write someday, but it’s just so hard to keep wanting…
