Len Serafino

“…Looks like a good day for fishing,” Stryker said. He was the younger brother by sixteen months. “There’s plenty of Walleye in that lake. It’s a good eating fish.”

Stanley looked at his brother and said, “A lot you know about it. I don’t remember you ever catching…

…He looked at his ancient windup watch and sighed. He must sit another forty-five minutes in his tiny space with the dark screened, windowed booths on either side of him.  Until a few years ago…

Clark walked over to the reception desk at the reunion and looked for his name tag. For some reason they were arranged in alphabetical order by first name. Since he knew he was the only Clark in his high school graduation class, he quickly found his nametag. But instead of Clark Galle it said…

Macie was in with the doctor when her cell phone rang. Her phone sat in the crowded waiting room with her husband, Carson. The ringtone actually spoke the words, “Ring-Ring,” repeatedly for six full rings, unless the call was answered sooner. The volume was turned up full….

Luke Ford sat on a bar stool at the After Hours Bar. He smoked a cigarette, something the bar owner allowed only after regular closing time. He also sold drinks after hours to regulars, illegal …