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Every Sunday (okay...most Sundays), I will post a short story for your enjoyment and/or derision. This one originally appeared in Wicked Words Quarterly #2 in September 2014. All feedback is welcome and appreciated.
Also, does anyone know if Donald Trump owns a horse?...

Since the letter to my dog Half Pint apparently caused people to feel depressed (instead of it's intended goal of being inspirational), I figured I owed everyone something different for my next post.
So today for your reading pleasure, I present a slightly detached retelling of one of the weirdest dreams ever to spring forth from my slumbering, unbalanced mind. Some folks I've told about it have encouraged me to write the dream down as a story--although...

You know the feeling. That bizarre mix of guilt and crushing disappointment that occurs after you open a terrible gift.
On one hand, you don't want to seem ungrateful. On the other, how could someone who cared about you enough to get you something pick out a gift that you would undoubtedly hate?...

This last year may have been the worst one of my life, but at least I've got the world's two greatest dogs by my side to help me stagger into 2018. Today's post features a letter to Half Pint. Benjamin will be getting a letter later this week--he'd never...