ELEANOR…A Short Story

ELEANOR…A Short Story

Eleanor, A Short Story No politics. No crime. Just a good story. Probably not believable. I call the story ‘Eleanor.’ One day three years ago I was at my office when a hundred dollar bill turned up in an unmarked envelope. My people at the Geneva Shore...
Best Friend, 1993

Best Friend, 1993

This is a good story. No politics. No crime. Just a good story. Probably not believable. I call the story “Best Friend.” It was around 1993 when my career with the CIA played out and I had nothing to do except lay around to see what kind of reward-labeled...
THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE, Part IV

THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE, Part IV

THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE, PART IV Short Story by James Strauss   Christmas had come and gone, and then New Years, too. There was nothing to New Years, not even on the television, except for the fact that the ball in New York came down a blessed one hour before...
THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE, PART III

THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE, PART III

The damned kitten was more than a handful. It was up at all hours, would not sleep in its bed, would not get used to using the cat little box and would only eat one kind of Fancy Feast cat food, that cost almost a dollar each. Oly ate two cans a day. The old man sat...
THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE, PART II

THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE, PART II

The old man sat, enjoying the heat radiating out from the half-burned wood in his fireplace. It played hell to find real dry stuff in the summer because people in Wisconsin who sell it don’t even cover it. Pond-dried, the old man knew, but he’d finally found an out of...
THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE

THE OLD MAN’S CHRISTMAS TREE

The Old Man’s Christmas Tree A Short Story by James Strauss   The time passed slowly since he’d lost the ability to drive. His daughters had come a month earlier to take the keys and the old car. It had been a classic automobile his eldest daughter said was...
THE PAPER TREE

THE PAPER TREE

The news came in waves that day and did not stop as night fell. Their parents were gone. The police had come and the drugs been found and the cuffs put on. Christine knew her parents would not be coming back for some time. They hadn’t been bad parents except when they...
Night Flight, an Arch Patton Adventure

Night Flight, an Arch Patton Adventure

NIGHT FLIGHT Short Story By James Strauss   The air above Africa is rarified. Volcanoes spew up from below to be reported for the first time by overflying airliners. Storms with horizontal lightening that will take any passengers breath away wedge in from all...
The Present, a Short Story

The Present, a Short Story

The child who was not a child, crouched with his back to the warm window. It was below zero in Wisconsin, but not in the deep window well. A mouse looked up at him, it’s puzzled stare demonstrating no understanding, but also no willingness to back down. The child smiled. ……..

Christmas Pueblo, Arch Patton Adventure

Christmas Pueblo, Arch Patton Adventure

Christmas Pueblo  An Arch Patton Adventure by James Strauss Arch Patton found himself inside the confines of the Pueblo of Santa Fe County jail, Christmas Eve, on some vague trumped-up barroom brawl charge. He was in the “drunk tank,” which is what they call the cells...
This Itsy Bitsy Spider Spews Venom

This Itsy Bitsy Spider Spews Venom

They had left two days before.  Lynn’s job was to care for the house while everyone was gone.  It was an easy task, or series of tasks, unless something went wrong. That happened often after the Big Freeze The generator ran all by itself, fueled by two huge tanks of...
Sunday, Boy and Dolphin

Sunday, Boy and Dolphin

SUNDAY Short Story By J. Strauss The boy sat on the sand atop the low rocks, staring down into clear lapping water. He carefully lowered his small hand down until it was just beneath the surface. He waited. There it was again. A solid thrumming vibration. It lasted...
Herschel, a Short Story by James Strauss

Herschel, a Short Story by James Strauss

HERSCHEL Short Story By J. Strauss The ground didn’t seem wet at all from six feet higher up.  But Tom wasn’t that high up from it anymore.  Instead, he was on it, moving slowly through the forest in short scrabbling bursts.  He rested the right side of...
Tagged in Sierra Leone, Arch Patton Arrives in Africa

Tagged in Sierra Leone, Arch Patton Arrives in Africa

TAGGED IN SIERRA LEONE Arch Patton arrives in Africa By J. Strauss The Internet termed the place to be Lungi International Airport, Sierra Leone, but no description was given, nor would it have served, not even for the seasoned African traveler. Those of life...
Zack, a Short Story by James Strauss

Zack, a Short Story by James Strauss

ZACK Short Story By J. Strauss   Zack prepared himself for the confrontation. Winter had been hard.  So very hard. He hadn’t really been ready for that kind of cold. He’d thought he was ready, but it was the wind off that lake that nearly did him in.  He’d been...
Roughy, Arch Patton Adventure

Roughy, Arch Patton Adventure

ROUGHY Short Story By J. Strauss Holder didn’t engage the man because he had a kid with him, not that the son-of-a-bitch didn’t deserve to be properly encountered in spite of the child.  Coffee shops suck in Boston.  They aren’t the warm fuzzy places that dot...
Matchless, a Short Story

Matchless, a Short Story

MATCHLESS Short Story By J. Strauss   The old bike wasn’t much, certainly nothing that any islander would buy.  Kam counseled with his dad about getting a new Harley, but the old man was no help.  “Sell the damn thing to one of those dumb Haole’s down at the base,”...