Category: Short Stories

“Good morning, Mrs. Slabost.  How are you?”, I greeted her as my secretary showed her into my office. “Oh, fine,”…

My hunting partner, Casey, had been shooting ducks over the flooded rice fields of O’Brien’s Ranch at Willows since his…

Incorrectly advised that all the shops would be open even though it was the morning of the Muslim sabbath, Svetlana…