The Call of the Conch

I found myself on the road again heading south to my adopted home Key West. I am dictating to the iPhone dangling from the dashboard, and the transcription spews out in fits and spurts, assisted by the omnipotent autocorrect. If our ability to communicate is not garbled enough as it is through direct contact (more about …

Storyteller’s Note

The Ridiculous Horny Snail has arrived Periodically, the Key West writers guild conducts a word flash writing exercise. Usually, words written on ragged pieces of paper are tossed into a straw hat. Three prompts are selected. All three must be used in either a poetic or prose form (no longer than 750 words). The object …