Fiction. (Based on the Reedsy prompt, “Write a story about someone who works in a wax museum.”) The tin sign off the dusty strip of desert highway was faded and rusty. It hung from a large pole via a couple of metal rings and swung in the lethargic, arid breeze. “Moby’s House of Curiosities,” … Continue reading The Curious Life of Harold Cobbler
Regionalism
The Hero
Fiction.Randall drank of his coffee and folded the newspaper to the next page. Chiefs won, he thought. He missed the game last night on account of the fight. News anchors blabbed on in the background, but he was ignoring it until they said something about construction on the Maple St. bridge. Great, traffic’s gonna be … Continue reading The Hero
