Scott Burkhead Fiction and Comment

2009-08-16T18:57:00.000-07:00

Hannah's Choice A Novel By Scott Burkhead Chapter One - The News Hannah Woodson sits on the examining table thinking she must have gotten it wrong. She is tall, nearly six feet. The gown, made for someone smaller, does not cover her backside and the steel table is cold. Yes, she must have heard it wrong. “There has to be a mistake,” she says.

(A short Story) Summer Solstice

2009-05-23T08:47:00.000-07:00

On the longest day of the year I got up, made coffee, and shot the dog. The night before, I went to bed planning to make coffee as I do every morning. I did not expect to shoot a dog. What I did expect, since it is my routine, was to fill bins with food for the chickens and break a bail of hay and some grain for Horace, the chestnut horse. Duties finished,

The Man Who couldn't Lose (Short Story)

2008-07-14T16:04:00.000-07:00

My name’s Benny Beaumont and I work the craps pit, early morning shift, at the Arabian Nights Hotel and Casino. For twelve years I’ve been in Las Vegas, same hotel. It’s my first and only real job, if you don’t count four years in the Marines.It’s three in the morning on a winter Wednesday. No action. Not one customer in an hour. The pit boss, Carl Katz, walks by and tells the stickman to

Magical Seas (Short Story)

2008-04-26T08:40:00.000-07:00

The officer leaned forward in his tattered armchair. His right fist punched the air and silver lieutenant bars bounced on the shoulders of his sweat-stained white shirt. "God will strike these thieves and whores,” he said, “and everybody responsible for this brutal abomination.” Saliva flew from his mouth, riding rays of morning sunlight that streamed through a window.His wife sat across the