The short fiction of j hardy carroll
“Get Tall Charles up here. He’s a good reader.” The boy was fetched. He puzzled over the parchment. “From what I can make out of this, they gonna take all our land for what they call the greater good of New York.” Owens was indignant. “They can’t do that. We own this land. We own…
It is not my usual practice to share work in progress, but I wanted to post this to illustrate how research will often do far more than create believable filler for a story. My character, Hawser, finds himself back in his hometown of Tucson. He is back at the boarding house where he spent his…
He put his hands behind him, a recalcitrant child. I slapped him hard across the face. He put his palm to his cheek and I grabbed it, pushed it up behind him and lifted him onto his toes. I had the flat of my palm pressed against the first knuckle of his index finger, bending it…