Short Stories

Heisenberg’s Pirates

Author’s Note: When I was a teen, I read somewhere that somebody actually did notify the German High Command that the allied landings would happen at Normandy, not Calais, as they thought. This warning was ignored, and D-Day happened, signalling the beginning of the end for Germany. Here’s my fanciful take on why it was ignored … “And this message goes out to all our good friends in occupied France. Place the chair in the closet. I repeat, place the chair in the closet.” “That’s us,” Lucienne snapped. “Let’s go!” Molin shot awake and to his feet. Lucienne switched off the radio and checked the mysterious canvas duffle bag she always wore over her left shoulder. The secret black box lay within. The other seven Maquisards began singing under their breath while checking weapons and supplies. Molin, weaponless, hissed at them to hush, but Lucienne grinned. “Let the boys have … Continue reading

A Chat At the Door

Mason stepped through the doorway of the bookstore called ‘the Door’. He was not amused. “We’re closing in five minutes,” called a voice from the back. He walked, running a hand down the wooden counter that ran the full length of the room, halfway he stopped. Shelves lined every wall. A grandfather clock showed two minutes to nine. Books and vials, crystals and stones were stacked here and there. A shelf filled with small colored jars brought a shadow of unwanted memories from his youth. But it was the smell of incense, not sulfur, that lingered throughout. Behind the counter a bead screen hung in the doorway. A life pulsed behind those beads, a woman. His hunger beat in time to her heart. Eyes roving the shelves, he remembered a time when books were a rare privilege. The room was bright and well lit, too well lit. His hand drifted … Continue reading