Web site of Biff Mitchell, author, humorist, smartass and not-poet.

 

Short Stories

The following stories are available as individual downloads (most of them for under a buck) at:

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A Shiny New Pan for Jerry

Jerry’s life hasn’t been going well, but just when he thinks things can’t get any worse … they do. This is not a true story. It’s not about the author’s own life. It just seems that way.
 

Looking through the blinds in my home office

Downstream

On a hot sunny summer afternoon in a canoe stocked with beer and mystery, a man and a woman learn that all paths eventually cross … downstream.

This one started off as one of the world’s first email short stories.

The Miramichi River

Fishing the Moody River

He loved her more than anything in the world, but her fate lay deep in the flow of the moody river and a past that haunted every moment of her life.

Cassie’s rose in front of my
photo of the Restigouche River

Still Life with Muse and Sax

What do you do when your muse, though incredibly beautiful with the deepest, greenest eyes imaginable, turns out to be the biggest ball-buster in your life.

Written over a three day period while listening to nothing but Miles Davis, this story has thrilled live audiences all over rocking downtown Fredericton, somewhere north of Maine.
 

Jo and Helen at
Molly’s Coffee House

Surfing in Catal Hyuk

If you’re so obscure that even death forgets you, is there any point in living at all? Some would say, “Oh, this and that.” Which, of course, wouldn’t mean anything to anyone.

This story is about one man’s pointless life spanning nine thousand years since his first rejection in the world’s first city to his meaningless 35 years as a clerk doing whatever. 
 

The roof of my blue Pontiac Phoenix after a heavy rain (many years ago)

The Nickel

In a long-closed gas station at the edge of civilization, Josh’s ritual of opening the donation box and finding pristine emptiness is shattered by an unexpected gift.

Written over a 10-year period, this story was finally finished while the author worked on a bar, passing each handwritten page to his customers as he finished them. The last page was written five years later.
 

Looking at the CNR walking bridge through a tree along the Green in Fredericton

The Clearing

This very short story tells the tale of a man’s wonder in a sliver of natural beauty, and something he just can’t leave alone.

The original setting is now a subdivision, but the clouds remember what happened that day in the clearing.

Wooded area in Oromocto West

These stories are also available in paperback as a collection from
lulu.com.