Ryan E. Felton

  • 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…

  • Detective Rex

    Last Christmas, I wrote this story for Noah. I guess the rights have lapsed by now so I think I’ll share it with the Interwebs at last.

  • And now for something different:

         From a letter my grandfather Jesse wrote to my grandmother Marjorie, while in Okinawa on 4th September, 1945:   “Darlings Marna and Tommie, I haven’t written you all a decent letter lately. For some reason or other they’ve been short and sarcastic, which isn’t so unusual coming from me! … “How old were…

  • 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…

  • To Know a Veil (or: To Noah Vale), Part Three

    11 Idora didn’t understand why we should have to go to the funeral. She hadn’t seen Noah in years, nor did she have any idea that I had been working for him or that I’d developed any sort of connection to his late fiancée, so I could understand why she was upset over having to…