Tag: short stories
Sean of the South
By Sean Dietrich
“It’s all gone.” That’s what the lady on the news said.
She was an older woman, being interviewed by a reporter. Giant news...
Sean of the South: Becca at Sunrise
By Sean Dietrich
Sunrise on Lake Martin. I’m usually the first one awake. I rarely have any company in the mornings. I wake up with...
Sean of the South: I Heart America
By Sean Dietrich
A television is playing in a Birmingham bar. The talking head is shouting politics. Most folks in this joint are below thirty,...
Sean of the South: Daddies
By Sean Dietrich
The boy holds his fish as high as he can. His father hugs him and kisses his hair. They make a fine...
Sean of the South: On That Day
By Sean Dietrich
A small town. The kind of American hamlet that causes you to start looking around for the Norman Rockwell signature. Hanging begonias....
Sean of the South: Alabama
By Sean Dietrich
The plane landed in Tuscaloosa at 8:37 p.m. Central Time. Coach Kalen DeBoer deboarded.
He was met with an entourage of photographers and...
Sean of the South: A New Year
By Sean Dietrich
Long ago, my college professor told us to choose a poem to recite in class. Students chose lofty selections from the greats....
Sean of the South: Thanksgiving
By Sean Dietrich
You probably didn’t hear about it. But yesterday, God visited earth.
Contrary to what you’ve heard, God is a big fan of people....
Sean of the South: Barbie
By Sean Dietrich
Recently, it came to my attention that I was one of the remaining four Americans who had not seen “Barbie.” In case...
Sean of the South: Old Music
By Sean Dietrich
Willie Nelson is on my radio. He is singing one of my favorite songs.
“In the twilight glow I see her,
“Blue eyes crying in...