E. Farrell lives in South Hadley, Massachusetts and has been writing fiction and off and on for forty years. Over that span of time, his short fiction has appeared in numerous literary journals. His first novel, White Angel, was published by Dark Ink Press in 2018. At times he has also served as a ditch digger, retail manager, salesperson, sheet metal worker, international executive, teacher, chaplain, student, consultant, security guard, orderly, parent, partner, poet, and singer, with something learned at every stop.
Good With Birds
When we were young, my brother Jim once tried to mail a pigeon – a live pigeon, friends – to his girlfriend. There it is. A week or two before school resumed for what was to be his junior year, he had captured it under a laundry basket in an alley behind our house near where the garbage cans dwelt at the rear of the garage. Over much pecking and scratching, Jim had managed to band a love note around one of its legs Read more.
Not Jack
“I don’t believe in God.”
That’s the first thing Jack Reed says in class. Not surprising really, Mickey Powell thinks. Most years there is someone, more often a guy than a girl, who wants to define the terms of engagement on the first day, to get the battle, so to speak, onto ground he felt safe on. And what do kids know about God, anyway? What does anyone know? Read more.