Short Stories

FINDING GRACE

“And the mournful heart call of a loon crying for its lost mate still echoes over a moonlit lake in the North Woods as Sam picks up his brush.” By Don Kenton Henry   He put down his palette and lay his brush across it. The forearm of his painting hand came to rest across […]

Menagerie A Trois

By Don Kenton Henry  The scene unfolded as Argo, The Strong Man, went looking for Bertha, the Fat Lady. The Fells-Floto Circus was camped on the banks of the Colorado River, just east of Austin, as it was each September during its six-day run. Argo rounded the corner exiting the arcade strip and walked past […]

The Midnight Farmboy

(Plagiarism―even regarding a title―is not my style. But when life imitates art to this degree . . . Well, hell . . . sometimes you just have to commit the crime.) By Don Kenton Henry The red, white and chrome Continental Trailways bus wound southbound down that ribbon of Highway 59 ensconced in the darkness of […]

THE BARD’S ROAD TO STURGIS 2015 . . .

By Don Kenton Henry I am on the road to South Dakota for the 75th Anniversary of the world’s most famous bike rally. Along the way I have met, and will meet, people from all over the world who have come to witness the spectacle that is “Sturgis”. Literally, it is a town that is […]

THIS TALE WAGS ITSELF

By Don Kenton Henry Alas, everyone who ever went as far as the fourth grade is familiar with the work of Mark Twain. And everyone who grew up in small town America can relate at least a little to that of which what he wrote. Twain himself grew up in a small town on a […]

Every Summer Was A Circus

BY DON KENTON HENRY        I grew up in the most magical of places a boy could hope to. A place where every summer day was a circus. And when I was not watching in wondrous amazement . . . I was performing. The place was Peru, Indiana and my home at 333 Sycamore […]

A JIM BEAM CHRISTMAS

    King had a soft mouth. That’s what my dad always said. King was dad’s prize, field bred and accomplished, orange and white Brittany Spaniel. A “soft mouth” is a bird hunter’s parlance for a dog that will retrieve without ruffling a feather or bruising an already damaged quarry. This, and his ability to […]