Fiction

Here I give to you my meandering, quirky, succinct fiction which I have been working on for many years. I hope you enjoy it.

Enigma

A wiry, scarlet-haired, ten-year-old boy came rambling up toward the Minnesota farmhouse, his amble legs flashing like little darts. His face was filled with glee. The gravel driveway was long, but he zoomed right up it, carrying an envelope excitedly in his hand.