Ryan E. Felton

  • Proper Planning and Trepidation

    Proper Planning and Trepidation Ryan Everett Felton Imogene tore a check off an untouched pad and jotted down the name of the clubhouse in the payee line. She would drop off the security deposit tomorrow, but tonight was set aside for preparing the guest list. The party was two weeks away, to the day –…

  • Like There’s No Tomorrow

    Like There’s No Tomorrow Ryan Everett Felton               “You have to understand, we thought the world was ending.”             Kathy wrung her hands over her bulbous gut, wobbling with the shift of her weight on the chair’s one short leg. Her brother Brad looked down at her, his lips half an inch apart, arms…

  • The Wasp & the Bugler

    The Wasp & the Bugler Ryan Everett Felton               Duncan pressed a Ziploc full of ice against the crook where his neck and shoulder met. The potential hazards of being a pallbearer hadn’t occurred to him ­– his primary concern, there at his father’s procession, was that he’d slip, drop his corner and set…

  • Season’s Greetings

    Season’s GreetingsRyan Everett Felton              So, my neighbor thinks I’m the reincarnation of the Son of God.             I’d never met the man – Randal, his name is – but he has a higher opinion of me than most people have of anyone, if his Christmas card is any indication.…