Ryan E. Felton

  • 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.…

  • Baker & the Bowman Monk

    I’ve never been all that comfortable standing in a blockade of yellow police tape, and judging from the way I felt, surrounded by an uneven square of the stuff on the vacant lot outside Benny Hascomb’s place, I suppose I never will. There’s something about that command –DO NOT CROSS– that’s so stern it makes…

  • Right After These Words

    Right After These Words  Ryan Everett Felton The sun wouldn’t be up for another good hour, but against all natural order the population was already wide-awake through the assistance of coffee, dietary supplements, a well-trained biological clock, or else some miracle. They’d have all been much better off just going back to bed, at least…