Persiflage and badinage. And bread.

Peacock; noun, verb, and idiom. Just a vignette.

One of the "in-between" moments.

When you're all alone and in trouble, who do you call? The one person you trust the most.

Moral decisions, ethical choices, personal mores. Sometimes it's not all that easy.

One hundred words to celebrate the first one hundred stories.

When Lydia is sick, who takes care of her? And the best medicine is not laughter, despite what everyone says.

We know what will happen whenever Beetlejuice and Grandma Deetz get together. Or do we?

What's more important than money? I think we know the answer to that.

Lydia realizes what's happening; Beetlejuice doesn't.

What do you call it when a ghost has bad dreams? Torture.

Sharing with others is a good thing. Even when it's unintentional.

The passage of time takes its toll on Lydia. What can Beetlejuice do to help?

Hell hath no fury like a woman whose pig is scorned.

Some people get a second chance. But some people only get the one. (The events of a previous story, "Slay Ride", are mentioned here.)

A slow meander down Memory Lane, including a conversation about love and quite a bit of sappiness and mush. (The 'love letter' referred to here is found in "Convincing".)

Everyone evolves, or should. Everyone changes – but should they? (Their dance is a combination of huapango and tango set to Moncayo's version of a Huapango – if you're interested, there are videos to be found on YouTube.)

They deserve a holiday and I wanted them to visit a place I knew and loved.

Sometimes the heart knows what it needs while the mind is still grappling with comprehension.

Charles and Beetlejuice have a discussion about forbidden things.

Lydia starts acting strange and refuses help, Beetlejuice is forced to watch from the sidelines as his best friend clings to life by a thread. Mentions of eating disorders and self hatred.

A conversation, involving . . . can you guess?

Beetlejuice is satisfied being Lydia's slave. But now she wants to try something new. Warning: This one is a tad bawdy.

Lydia gets mugged; Beetlejuice responds. Not your typical Christmas story but, perhaps, a story of redemption just the same.

One year of stories, told month by month. Think of these twelve little stories as a sort of mini-Advent calendar; one will be posted every day for the next twelve days as a thank-you to everyone who has been kind enough to leave reviews or comments or just enjoyed my stories.