Crackling hickory smoke mingled with hot cast iron in the little country kitchen. When the water boiled, Paula would start the day’s first batch of…
Western stories for your wandering heart
Category: Flash Fiction
Soft autumn nights were the cruelest of all, and their whispering breath stung after all the years. Mary hugged herself tight and swayed to a…
It was the old man’s eyes that made Frederick nervous. They were tired, fixed, cloudy … blind. Yet they riveted to Frederick from the other…
Flakes of iron swirled towards Ruth’s scaly lips as she sipped the last of the ice melt. The water had always been hard in that…
The dog’s tongue lapped hot and wet against Ned’s cheeks. A salty mixture of slobbers and tears tumbled over the boy’s lips as he slid…
“One wrong step out here, and we’ll be deader’n a rollin’ tumbleweed.” The whispered words were harsh and jagged, cutting through the chilly desert night…
The old folks used to say that if crows lined up on a rooftop, someone underneath those eaves wasn’t long for this world. Grandpa Tompkins…
The cedar planks that covered the old barn were weathered and warped but still solid enough you couldn’t see through them. Just in case, Tom…
It had been a lifetime since Stanley first lifted Elsa into a stagecoach, but his bride was even lighter in his arms now than she…
The big cat might have been nothing more than a shadow, a concoction of moon and clouds, had it not been for the faint scent…