The ornery ramblings and occasional fiction of a former political science professor turned author
“Don’t forget to take notes of everything you do… what time you started, step one, step two… on down to what time you stopped. Or what time everything exploded. Whichever comes first.” Professor Jenkins leaned over Kyle’s shoulder as he made his way down the row of students hunched over lab tables. He paused and squinted at the test tube in Kyle’s hand. “Have you tried diluting it?”
Continue reading “Ground Defense”
I reached the village well after sunset. A gentle tug on the reins brought Maple, my roan mare, to a stop at the edge of the central square. Gazing around, I couldn’t help but notice a pub across the green. Light and music spilled from the open door along with laughter and the chatter of patrons.
Continue reading “The Cat and the Fiddle Pub and Inn”
I gazed around the room one more time. My guests would arrive shortly and everything needed to be in place. I found myself worried that Mrs. Wembly might not approve of my furnishings. Oh, well. It was the same furniture and pictures I’d had for ages. Mrs. Wembly could just deal with it.
Continue reading “Housewarming”
“I don’t care how many times I see it… or don’t see it, it still freaks me out a little,” Andrea said.
“What’s that, love?” Remington asked.
Continue reading “Mirror Turning”
The precipice rose above him until it finally disappeared from view. He glanced around. Yep, still falling. Two minutes ago, he’d peered over the edge, trying to get a glimpse of the bottom of the canyon. The powerful shove between his shoulders caused him to stumble and sent him tumbling over the edge. But he would swear on a stack of whatever holy book anyone wanted to put in front of him, that there had been nobody around and he’d passed no-one on the trail.
Continue reading “An Unexpected Fall”