fraserTommy Sealskin and the rest
“Bring them back, then, Constable Fraser.” A fragment of a due South/Sentinel crossover.
vecchioWhich Brings Us Back To
Doe. A deer. A female deer. You know the rest.
About A Hat
Scenes from a bedroom.
in your corner
The past has a way of catching up with you.
Upon The Feast of Stephen
Hearth, home, camping and Good King Wenceslas.
Set post-“North”. It was a waterfall. Written with the lovely and talented Laura Shapiro.
Ray has a layover in Seattle.
Dear sweet Christ, Fraser couldn’t have just brought circus midgets?
“Well clearly, you’ve offended him.”
all for one
“Won’t the chains impede your progress if we have to make an arrest?”
Ray Vecchio, twice a day: eight things that did and didn’t happen.
A companion story to Resonant’s Left.
10 miles from the nearest town
Petrel Lake was shining like a Cher outfit, all diamondy sequins, so bright it hurt to look at.
A leap of faith, Ray K. and Fraser style.
Ray has a visitor. An XF/DS snippet.
The Weather Outside
A little Christmas cheer.
The Whole Enchilada
A zine story for Duet, written with the gracious and gifted Laura Shapiro. It’s a metaphor.
Another zine story for Duet. Maybe he’d gotten hit in the head harder than he’d thought.
a swarm of interpretations
Ray K., Fraser, and most of a poem by Andre Breton.
leather jacket/cable knit
A touch of cabin fever. For the Canadian Shack challenge.
Fraser likes the back of his neck best.
Your Last Cloudy Day
Set in the late days of their marriage, Ray and Stella share a Saturday afternoon.
“It’ll be like falling into a duvet.” For the “five minutes after” ds flashfiction challenge.
the dotted line
A written confession. For the “documentation” ds flashfiction challenge.
the right light
In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary. For the “canoe” ds flashfiction challenge.
Fraser, Dief and both Rays are trapped in a hotel. That’s on fire. For the “courtesy” ds flashfiction challenge.
For runpunkrun’s birthday.
the first five
It’s all his, and everything that’s his is Stella’s and this is for both of them.
The Hall of Presidents
A little Frannie fixer upper for COTW.
satisfaction is the agent
When she opened her eyes again, Fraser’s face was gleaming as though he’d been oiled, and his mouth hung open, soft and loose.
Stella had noticed a new subtlety to Katie’s interaction with her lately.
white gloves and wet umbrellas
She wasn’t the only one standing there; there was a boy, too.
People ask her why she kept his name.