Tag: short story

Liver n’ Onions

The cheap carnations in my hand were all I had to give him. Yet standing by my Father’s grave I felt like I was once again disappointing the Old Man. A paltry offering. A pitiful remembrance to the man who had brought me into this world. I was broke. A thrice-divorced failure who had thoughtlessly…

By Charles R. Bucklin March 1, 2022 Off

A Car named Jed

It was an ugly car alright. A funky blue-painted station wagon that was given to me by my Dad’s third wife.  Since she hated my guts, I think Pauline gave it to me as a mean-spirited joke. Making a big deal about it like she was doing me a big favor by handing it over…

By Charles R. Bucklin January 3, 2022 Off

A Near Thing

Our car screeched to the right and swerved to the left where it hit a rock grouping,  then proceeded to nosedive down an embankment before completing a somersault and landing in a ditch. While airborne my younger brother hollered: “CHARLIE! OHHH…SHIIITTT!”  “MATTY…WATCH OUT!!” I screamed in return. “FUUCKKKK!!!” we wailed in unison as we plummeted…

By Charles R. Bucklin December 6, 2021 Off

Lemora

Can’t say Ah feel bad… but then again Ah can’t say Ah feel so good neither. At first, Ah worried that Ah had ketched the “Virus” everybody was talkin’ about these days – but my symptoms jest didn’t add up. Ah didn’t have no dry cough or temperature… Ah was jest tired all the time. …

By Charles R. Bucklin November 1, 2021 Off

Sold!!

Poverty drove me to take the job. I had no experience in sales but, I figured anything was better than what I had been doing which was starve. So after twelve years of trying to make a living as a “male masseuse” – I finally threw in the towel and quit my job at a…

By Charles R. Bucklin August 16, 2021 Off