Lee Wilson - Stories

This is a much delayed spin-off from the two-part Clinton Boys series. We’re reacquainted with Ed Lamont and Claude Moreau, two boys whose paths meet and over the span of almost a decade, culminate in disaster.

Reading or being familiar with the Clinton Boys series isn’t necessary. In fact, if you haven’t read it, you won’t be exposed to a number of spoilers should you decide to skip it. But feel free to go back and read it afterward. Heehee.

Another episode from the files of Detective Gennaro Saggio. Labor Day has come and gone with no crime perpetrated with the detective in mind. Mid-October, however, well, that is an entirely different story.

Another episode from the files of Detective Gennaro Saggio. Things have been relatively quiet. Orono, Maine has once again returned to being a sleepy little town. Detective Saggio is working Memorial Day, not looking forward to investigating the excitement caused annually by drunks.

There was excitement, but not the kind he expected.

If you've ever wondered how Santa Claus can do everything he's purported to do at Christmas, well, you're about to find out. Or at least a theory.

Summerabbacat likes to call my tamer stories Lee Wilson Light. Well, this one is going to be Lee Wilson Light as a snowflake. But I hope you all can still enjoy it with the spirit of the season in mind. There are no gay characters. There is no sex. There is no nasty antagonist. Anyway, here goes.

Roy Patterson just moved into town. About to be a high-school junior, he was not really happy with the move. But his dad got a promotion, he got a bedroom of his own. Leaving a few good friends didn't make up for all that. Two weeks in and he hasn't found anyone who could be a friend.

That all changes one Sunday. The circumstances around that change are, to say the least, a bit odd.

This is based on prompt #144:

Describe your favorite place in summer. Make us feel it.

This is a continuation of my previous story, 'On My Deathbed.' In that story, Red says "I hope I’m wrong about there being nothing else. I’m a determined old bastard, so if I can let you all know there’s something else, I’ll damn well try", and "I think this is it for me. I’ll be back if I ca..." The incomplete word being can, obviously. You probably don't need to read that first to enjoy this one, but it's short, only 1,164 words.

A young Hispanic teen boy had his life ripped out from under him when his father got transferred. He's getting by, but isn't the happy, gay boy he was before. Something tragic changes that for him. Needless to say, it isn't a totally happy story all the way through.

My free-verse entry for the 2026 poetry anthology. Lately it seems that what seems like being a choice, really isn’t. Are we really free to decide any aspects of our own lives?

Hellbenders are a species of salamanders. While primarily amphibious, they do occasionally venture onto land. Their numbers are dwindling. It would seem that one population of them have discovered a method to survive in smaller numbers.

The crayfish are happy they’re no longer the hellbender's primary food.