Old Man On a Country Road

An old man, stooped and tottering through the snow. He holds his collar close. Stars twine his eyes and sicken his stomach, a flash convulsion grips his throat. With heated ears, chest heaving, his heart drags with stress. He wears no hat, no gloves, just a tattered, long grey overcoat. He leans forward under the…

The Notebook of Molly Pitcher

The following is a collection of snippets culled from a journal that remained unclaimed at a public library for many years. The title is taken from a person’s name on the inside front cover. — Stuart Pulkok came running into the kitchen where his parents were arguing and holding up mom’s dildo triumphantly exclaimed “mommy,…

Child In the Field

American Success Story, Pete Chandala Act two, scene one, or chapter 3. In chapter one, American Success Story, Pete loses his job because he is running late again and gets stuck in traffic. He is like one of millions of workers everywhere who get by on the jobs they can find. The homeless, the lower…

Dietrich’s Adventures in Dentistry

Dietrich’s Adventures in Dentistry by RJHoffman I got an email reminder today from a dentist I saw six years ago when I had no money, no insurance, and a raging tooth that needed to be extracted. I ended paying the sunnuva bitch ninety bucks for an unnecessary exam because the dentist couldn’t accept that, yes,…

Mr. Clokchuk

Mr. Clokchuk  by RJHoffman Clockchuk is a substitute teacher who considers himself a writer, only he hasn’t gotten any of his stories published and is too lazy to keep a blog. On a Friday morning Clokchuk is called in to cover for a history teacher who has gotten food poisoning. The class has just completed…

Mowing the Lawn on a Sunday Afternoon

The monstrous and ancient Olds Delta 88 could be heard a quarter mile away, its loud exhaust roaring over the rural two lane highway. It was a sunny Sunday in May in West Michigan and Brock was mowing his lawn. Sunday was his only day off from his job as a parts man at a…

A Glitch in a Subroutine

“Why have I been summoned to Dirtville?” demanded the lord. “Is it so urgent that you cannot email me your petition like everybody else?” “Sorry lord” said Jason. “ I didn’t quite know how to put it into words.” “Then it isn’t the usual petition for money, avoidance of catastrophe, needing help out of catastrophe…

The field Where We Lived Again

I see the field, feel it beneath my shoes as I run behind you, the scent of your hair in my nose, along with the wet grass. It is early in the day. You are younger, but I sense you were once older, perhaps someone I knew once before, someone I looked up to, someone…