Porcelain

A short story by Phil Cline

She climbed up on his lap, snuggling her little bottom right down on him, her arms around his neck, giggling (...)

The Old Stone Bridge

It had not been a good morning.  As Nick approached the narrow, single lane, bridge, he slowed his pick-up and pulled to (...)

At the Diner

He took a seat at the counter.  The café was a nice place.   Not too clean, but home like.  Comfortable.  The food should (...)

Intercession

Miles to the north another man was just arriving at the peak of the coastal mountain Range. He, like Jeff Davalos back at Dorn’s (...)

A Leaving

When he called, the investigator from the District Attorney’s office gave Wayne directions to a small private mortuary. He found it just off the (...)