Bill Danner

Burning

By Bill Danner James thrashed out of bed as though he were drowning.  His phone screamed at him from the night stand where the clock showed 2:15 am.  Even though he had been at Strenk Funeral Home for the past six months, he wasn’t used to these damn night calls. He answered the phone, his [...]

14Feb2011 | | 0 comments | Continued

All Saints

By Bill Danner Cracks of thunder stirred the old man from his troubled sleep. Sitting up in his easy chair, Harold Vossler peered around his barren room before throwing a cold microwave dinner to the floor. On his tiny television, the local news blared their lead story. “Now for some disturbing news,” an anchorman said. [...]

4Sep2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

No Stranger

By Bill Danner I was already running late and my day had just begun. Monday’s are usually like that because half of the morning consists of dragging my ass out of bed and convincing myself that I still want to be a home health therapist. There’s a lot of people out there who are unemployed [...]

4Jul2010 | | 0 comments | Continued

Double Take

By Bill Danner Dan wanted to get the hell out of here. It was the day before winter break at Findlay University, and everyone was heading home for the holidays. The threat of an ice storm had caused most professors to end their classes early or cancel them all together. But here was Dr. Dick [...]

1Apr2010 | | 0 comments | Continued