Shovel-handed and taciturn, Joe suits life on ship. It disappoints his parents though – an awareness of which he dully carries with him from deck-sloshing to mainsail. His father, a petite man, taut of body and thought, is a Cordon Bleu chef with his own restaurant. A restaurant he has made clear since childhood should
I’m a huge fan of flash fiction and short stories – so this collection was right up my street. I know it’s been troubling some of you, and I’ve had many questions about it… what’s a STORGY? It’s quite simple – Stories and Orgies that’s right, stories and loads of them all various shapes and
Something’s different, I think to myself as I put my waffles into the oven. I stroll over to my collection of records, take one from the shelf and gently remove it from the sleeve. Holding it up to my nose, I inhale deeply. Vinyl produced to resemble vinyl produced before the ‘70s has a different
This Along Could Save Us is a flash fiction collection of 51, yes 51 short pieces of flash. The book is a real quick read and works as a great palate cleanser between larger books, the stories aren’t very deep but are enjoyable with the flow of Prinzi’s prose, but for me, the collection was
The grassy pathway before me descended into an empty valley. Pretty summer clouds graced the sky, the day was bright, and the air carried the scent of fresh-cut hay. I had no notion of my purpose here and strangely this did not concern me. An odd little man appeared at my side. His face displayed
She told me she loved me. She whispered it. She breathed in my ear. She brushed my lips and breathed into my mouth. We hugged and she pressed against me. I could feel her body against mine. She kissed me and I found myself responding, my lips against hers. Briefly her tongue flickered and pushed
The day before yesterday, my son said something wonderful. It was one of those things children say that delight and charm adults, like when his sister called a church ‘an astronaut’s castle’, or when he asked a beekeeper if you can get dragonfly honey. He took some humdrum adult concept, invested it with poetry and
It was a family tradition, to greet each new calamity with a party. It might seem strange, but it was actually rather joyous; the absurdity of cheering and clinking glasses when something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. My earliest memory was of celebrating some failure of my father’s with canapes and champagne. So when the
When I heard Barney’s body hit the ice on a frosty morning it was like a gunshot. I held the phone away and shouted into the mouthpiece, then lay in bed holding my pillow over my head as the ambulance sirens drew closer. Barney, like me, had kept to himself. It was just the two
“Wilford passed this morning. They said one minute he was here and the next he was gone.” “Isn’t that the way it is? We’re like water in a bathtub, moving closer to the drain and tunnel. After all, we are mostly water. “ “That is a horrible way to look at life.” “No, not at
