Originally from Fairfield, Connecticut, Michael Mulvey is a happily married father of four currently residing in Jacksonville, Florida. Mike is a High school English teacher as well as published author in the Florida Writers Association.
Mike is also a member of the River City Writer’s group, and the Association of Writers and Writing Programs.
He watches as the well-dressed customer strolls gracefully past the knives, shotguns, and rifles secured behind the reinforced glass of their cases, wondering what inspired a woman like her to walk unannounced into a gun shop in an undesirable part of town. “Protection,” she told him, but he didn’t believe her. Yes, she was wealthy. […]
Part One: “Tryouts” This Sunday morning, minutes before nine a.m., the encouraging words from the many tiger moms and bulldog dads illustrate how much no one really likes each other. Travel youth lacrosse tryouts have arrived. Despite the overt kindness displayed during informational meetings and run-ins at the supermarket, an intense sense of competition that had […]
“It’s a doctor’s appointment,” I speak loudly to make sure my colleague hears me on the speaker because traffic’s loud and my older car doesn’t block outside noises like the newer ones do. He hears me and cuts me off: ‘which doctor,’ and I say, “Oh, right. The new primary care, not the urologist or […]
January 17, 2023 Your dress is so pretty, Eva. See how it matches those beautiful flowers?” Eva’s grandmother, Sharon, points toward a large bouquet of flowers resting atop the waist-high wall separating the small church’s seating area from the altar. Containing pink and white lilies, blue delphinium, English lavender, and both red and yellow roses, […]
August 2022 What Sound Does an Empty Nest Make? by Mike Mulvey When we moved six years ago, the buyers felt the house needed additional cleaning. Even though we didn’t have to—our house easily met the “swept clean” criteria—I volunteered to go back and do it. I wanted to collect my thoughts, and this provided […]
April 2022 The recurring dream always begins the same. He sees his bare feet, knees, arms, and hands, but none of his limbs will move. Gripping a ladder and trying to climb down, he feels frozen in time. The side of a house, which closely resembles his childhood home, stares back at him. The weathered […]
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