SO VERY HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE!

My short story, "BATHTUB APPLES", earned Honorable Mention in Saturday Evening Post's "Great American Fiction Contest, 2026.
"BATHTUB APPLES" is included in "THE SATURDAY EVENING POST'S 2026 ANTHOLOGY" now available on Amazon/Kindle Edition.

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