The Light on the Maze

He waited. A year ago, the shaft of light pulled Elspeth from her wheelchair imprisonment. She extended her immovable arm, clasped the proffered, welcoming hand and ascended into the ether. Fascinated, he watched.  Afterward, every evening, he parked his wheelchair at the bottom of the garden labyrinth. He waited. At last, choruses of harped music emanated…

Diamond Jack

This story develops from the following first sentence: “Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River.” It burned to the ground in ‘aught six.  Today, we received the following: Dear —– Our beautiful forest setting sports a new gem, dubbed Diamond in the Rough. You and your family are cordially invited to join…

Uncle Hiram’s Will

The sole male child born to our family in three generations was Uncle Hiram. In more than a hundred and twenty-five years since, no male children followed. In accordance with our ancient family history, male ascendancy placed our esteemed uncle in the “catbird seat.” Whether fair or unfair, by default, our childless Uncle H inherited…

Missouri Sky

  Under a darkening Missouri sky, Ruth grabbed the steering wheel in a tense hug and slammed the ancient VW into gear. “We’d better find a motel.” “We’ve come all this way. Uncle Hiram must be here.” In tears, Bon consulted the map and pointed the way. The old woman behind the counter was concerned.…

Winter in the Woods

  Finish the story begins with: “She was unaware that she was being watched.” Warmed by the fire, Suzie descended five steps down into the yard. With a deep intake of winter air, she lifted her face toward heaven and tasted a sharp twang of forest pine. She exhaled. For a moment, her hot breath…

The Wherry

The Ulster team extracted the wherry from its watery grave. “It’s a sister to the one found in Norway last year!” Davidson ran to the truck to retrieve his photo file. Supported by inflated padding and tied to the lowboy, the last of the saltwater drained from ancient wood. Davidson turned the key. The truck…

The Drive Home

They finally made their escape. Dark would come before they reached Anchorage. “What was with them?” she said. “He acted sullen all afternoon. She didn’t say ten words.” “I know,” he said. “They were fighting.” An hour later, distant city lights shone. “Whoa!” He veered to the right onto a dirt road, then drove to…