BROTHER GRINN: What’s that in your hand, Brother Grinn? BROTHER GRINN: A letter from Eric, Brother Grinn. BROTHER GRINN: Ah,…

Historical fiction – India
BROTHER GRINN: What’s that in your hand, Brother Grinn? BROTHER GRINN: A letter from Eric, Brother Grinn. BROTHER GRINN: Ah,…
Smarty’s wife, a.k.a. Boss, immediately floated over to where the “boys” were seated. In Asian culture, the wife never kept…
Saturday 11 August, Smarty Pants attended two wedding receptions—one a luncheon and another a dinner. He caught up with several…
BROTHER GRINN: I saw Grandpa Grinn on the sidewalk, Brother Grinn. Tottering along as usual. BROTHER GRINN: That’s dangerous, Brother Grinn, what…
Humour is always a good start to the week as it brushes away most Monday morning blues. I was undecided…
On Christmas Eve, I set off early for my daily walk-a-jog. The weather had closed in and that meant no…
The brass decided they needed some intel, and I had the pleasure of leading my squad of cold, dirty and…
As the sun settled over the mountains, I remained kneeling, praying and making offerings to my father, the Sun God.…
I don’t cook. Never did, though I know how to boil water and burn a toast. That about sums up…
Challenged myself with a prompt: It was a dark and stormy night. Thank you Edward Bulwer-Lytton. Here goes - an appetizer…