THE NEXT ICE AGE • by Paul Friesen
“Your wish is my command!” Jim stood in a snow-covered clearing where he’d stumbled upon a well. “… Were you hiding behind there?” he asked. “I said — your wish is my COMMAND!” “Green tweed? Aren’t you...
View ArticleCANNATH’S COINS • by Jude-Marie Green
Let me tell you a story, Brigit, one I’ve never shared before. The TSA line is long but you have hours before your flight to Ireland. Closed doors are forbidden doors. The door to Gran’s room was...
View ArticlePATRICK’S DAY • by J.C. Towler
They baited the trap with a crust of bread because it was the only food left in the house. Patrick huddled behind Leon, soaking up some of his brother’s body heat. Between the anticipation and cold he...
View ArticlePATRICK’S PASSAGE • by Maribel C. Pagan
Aedan, as the first mate of the ship, was given the responsibility by his Captain to make certain that the ship was loaded with the needed cargo before setting sail. Because it was a small ship, barely...
View ArticleA ST. PATRICK’S DAY STORY • by Wayne Scheer
You know the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow story. A leprechaun named Fred, living in Iowa, taught my wife and me it’s true. Sort of. We were visiting our old haunts in Iowa City last March. The...
View ArticleTHE LUCK OF THE FIDDLER • by Irene Montaner
I had never seen anyone play the fiddle like her. To be fair, though, I hadn’t seen those many fiddlers playing on stage. I am not the most musical person. Jan was, and he reckoned that she wasn’t...
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WISH UPON A LEPRECHAUN • by Chris Zhang
Frank prided himself on being a conscientious drunk. Sure, after a few drinks, he’d talk a bit louder than usual, and there was that hot feeling in his ears that felt a little too cozy to be healthy....
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