Gary writes “Grit Fiction,” because life isn’t always smooth. His stories are characterized by wit, wordplay, and plot twists that will leave the reader guessing.

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Daddy

  DADDY One day I shall stop grieving. But not today. Today I have an important errand. It’s the reason I’m sitting outside the gate of the small city park at dawn, watching the sunrise without even seeing it. I’ve got Zoe’s hair clip in my hand, with the lock of her perfect blonde hair.…

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Bert

We are all just waiting for our number to be called. I’m not philosophizing, I’m at the Department of Motor Vehicles. By necessity. I doubt that anyone in this frowning, muttering multitude is here by choice. Not even the government employees. Especially not them.   The clock was the only thing moving. I was near…

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Aisles

AISLES My timing couldn’t be worse. I must be a bit delusional, thinking I can just stop and buy a few groceries this crisp autumn morning. It’s Sunday morning, is the problem. It’s a poorly-kept secret that this is the only time guys shop. But I’m a guy, so here I am. And from the…

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Mirror, Mirror, Blah, Blah, Blah…

MIRROR, MIRROR, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH Writing about oneself in front of a mirror is a tired cliché. I’m a writer, allegedly; I know these things. So, the last thing I should be doing right now is standing here, in the bathroom, reflecting. And making lousy puns. But enough about me. Just kidding. This is all…

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Tastes Like Chicken

TASTES LIKE CHICKEN Lenny Meeks had survived another day at the prison disguised as a business office. To an adventurous person, it might have resembled a daring escape; leaving the cubicle, passing unnoticed through the exit, and emerging into the afternoon sunlight. But Lenny’s life was the antithesis of adventure, and he didn’t do daring.…

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Seeing Red

  SEEING RED   “MAYER!” Jack Carson’s voice sounds nearly as loud and angry over the phone as it does in person. If I close my eyes, which unfortunately I did, I can see his face reddening, and furious eyebrows plunging toward his nose. The purpose of this call, if I translated the bellowing correctly, was…

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Joy to You and Me

Was it a bistro? Or a café? I really couldn’t say. But she was the reason that I stopped there each day. It was the perfect half hour. Joy was always waiting for me. Same booth, same time. And, I couldn’t help but notice, and be stunned by, the same bedazzling smile. As usual, she…

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California Anger

What a planet! California is massive, and abundantly unique. It was 50% exactly what I anticipated, 50% unexpected, and the other 80% like nothing I’d ever seen before. It’s a land of plenty. Plenty to see. Beautiful ocean views, beautiful homes, and beautiful people. Every Californian was just one big break away from Hollywood heartbreak.…

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Hot Dogs and Cold Blood

  It was Independence Day, and I was spending it imprisoned. My cell was one hundred twenty-three cubic feet, the inside of the Lincoln Continental I’d been driving for hours. Granted, the rich leather seats and wood inlays of my prison are pretty damn nice, but enough is enough. I was done with work for…

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Departure

It was a rigorous day at the job. I strip it all off, though, and draw a warm bath. The tub is small; i have to bend my knees and put my feet on the tile above the faucet in order to partially submerge my aching head. It’s worth the effort. I feel buoyant. The…

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