Keturah McQuade
Stories (5/0)
Spades
The reeds by the pond’s edge crinkled in the wind like muted guitar strings, and Margaret thought of the beggar who used to pluck his banjo on the corner of Fifth and Main. He’d died only last week, stabbed thirteen times between his chest and the hollow of his left collarbone, and Margaret couldn’t help but feel a little disturbed. She couldn’t remember a time when anyone had been murdered in Tinsborough. The town was so small, they’d had to send a telegram to have an investigator come all the way from Belfast when Mrs. Dallaway had found the body on her way to the bakery last Sunday morning.
By Keturah McQuade3 years ago in Fiction
Children Taste Better Than Chicken
“Lizzie!” Ron grinned as his sister threw her arms around him and squeezed tight. “It’s been so long!” she exclaimed. She held his face in her hands and eyed the top of his head as if inspecting for bugs. “You’ve gotten taller,” she observed.
By Keturah McQuade3 years ago in Fiction
Broccoli Is Good For You
Toodle was a remarkable boy. His teachers would always tell his mother how impressed they were by his brilliant study habits and quick wits when she came to pick him up from school every day. She would brag to the other parents of Toodle’s second grade class how her boy would come home from school and flip through the gauzy thin pages of the English dictionary until she had to pry him away for dinner. The other mothers would then marvel at what a perfect child she was raising, and she would respond with something like, “Oh, I know. Isn’t he just darling?”
By Keturah McQuade3 years ago in Fiction
Lady Nyx's Thieves
Every sky pirate knows how difficult anti-gravity maneuvering gear is to use at first. The flying gear can navigate a person through open skies, but learning to use it can be dangerous—as was obvious during my students’ final approach to the landing deck after their first unassisted flight.
By Keturah McQuade3 years ago in Fiction