Funerals always bring out the worst in me. Every time I say, that’s the last time I go to one of those damn things I swear off of them. Then another person I cared about or knew dies and I am forced to recant my decision and go. And then for two weeks after I … Continue reading Life After Death
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A Summer Rain
A slow breeze blows through the window. It wobbles with the old glass and sounds like an old Hammond B3 Organ, the pitch only changing at the speed of the wind. The curtains blow open and dance in the soft summer wind. No need for air conditioning tonight, no the wind is cool enough to … Continue reading A Summer Rain
The Hurricane
This old house had been in my family for years. I had seen my life pass on this beach. My wife said her final goodbyes in the bed in the back bedroom. I hadn’t slept in that bed in years, just couldn’t. I slept in my recliner in the den where my cigars and beer … Continue reading The Hurricane
Mrs. Watkins
I used to pass by the old Watkins place every day home from work. Old lady Watkins would be on the porch. She always waved, a kind gesture as I passed by her. I often wondered what her life had been like, the people that she knew and the ones who had passed. She lived … Continue reading Mrs. Watkins
Come Back to Me
James Heaton copyright 2024 On the coast of Western California, on a rocky beach sits an old Airstream RV. Nothing around but the cliff and the truck that was parked on the rocks. It was desolate and peaceful. Under the shade of the awning sits a man with his German Shepard. He is young, maybe … Continue reading Come Back to Me
More than Silver, More than Gold
Every single word. Every single damn word. For you.
One F’n Tomato
by James Heaton Let me start by saying that I’ve never been one to grow things or write a damn story, I’m better at just telling the damn things to you on my porch. As an eighty-year-old man that’s sort of embarrassing. But neither has my wife (grow anything that is, she’s good typing out … Continue reading One F’n Tomato
The Ocean
by James Heaton You can call me Christian. My full name is Christian Andres Stone, and I am the son of Samuel Stone and the grandson of Andres Stone. My family comes from the Bahamas and up until I was twenty-four, I had never seen the beauty that is the ocean. My story begins with … Continue reading The Ocean
Summers Gone
“When I’m gone light a candle when you miss me. If you’re lucky I might come and blow it out.”
Father’s Day
Father’s DayJames Heaton Every five years the father and the son meet at a café, somewhere in the world that they both mutually decided upon. The more eccentric the better, the more unique the location was always preferred, why waste such an important meaning on a subpar establishment who didn’t treat their patrons with respect. … Continue reading Father’s Day
Blue Eyed Storyteller 