Short Stories

Every writer has them tucked away someplace. Some little tales that were just itching to get out. I am no different. However, I, blessed with both a keen sense of my talent and an understanding of what other people like, choose to keep most of those stories under lock and key in an encrypted folder buried deep in a place that I reserve for recipes I don’t particularly care for.

The two stories offered here are the only ones I’ve allowed to see the light of day. One was the result of a bad case of food poisoning and the other was the answer to: “It’s Saturday night. What are you going to do?”

I’ll leave it to you to decide which was which.