Reluctant Liberal

Reluctant Liberal

Grandpa always kept a trunkful of bottles and cans, especially pickles and he always set the cruise control at just under 100 miles an hour. For some reason he thought that cruise control was automatic pilot. He would recline his seat, often steering with just the pinky finger on his right hand, or not at all when engaged in an in-depth discussion on the facts of life…

Sea Goddess - Short Story by Sean Ward

Sea Goddess

When I first met the sea, I ran to it, my initial steps awkward, then welcoming, like those of a foal. I chased morning’s tide, then waited, fleeing as it swung back for me, and later, I let it wash over my ankles, pushing me gently into the cool mud and foam underfoot.