Monday, August 25, 2008

How Is a Fawn Like Obama?

Harley the dog went wild this morning on our walk through Treaty Line Park! A deer appeared on the path as we came around a bend. The fawn, as large as a fawn can get and still have pretty white spots, stared a moment then dashed into the trees on our right, fifteen, twenty feet in, and stood stock still, staring at us. He thought it made him invisible. It almost worked, except for those big ears sticking out! Harley wanted to give chase!

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I write short stories and essays. I have published well over one hundred stories, essays, and flash fictions or nonfictions in magazines or anthologies, as well as a novel, Jack's Universe, three collections of stories, Private Acts, Killers & Others, and Not a Jot or a Tittle, and two chapbooks of flash fiction, Shutterbug and Dragon Box. I grew up in a military family, so I'm not from anywhere in particular except probably Akron, where I've lived for forty years. Before I came here, I never lived anywhere longer than three years.