What the Dickens?

I’ve never read A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens until recently. I read somewhere that the book renewed England’s interest in Christmas and individual charitable giving. Englanders had become somewhat calloused to the season and the plight of their fellow man. Mr. Dickens had a similar effect on his fellow countrymen with the book OliverContinue reading “What the Dickens?”

The Finale

The closer she got to that spot in the fencerow, the louder the noise became. It sounded like something was trying to escape. She looked through the brush and came face to face with a wild-eyed buck. He had tried to jump the fence into the field. For whatever reason, the deer had gotten caughtContinue reading “The Finale”

The Farmwork

Beatrice walked across the backyard toward the gate leading to their pasture. The stock of the rifle bounced against her side. She had learned that whenever something seemed out of place, it was best not to take chances. The movement in the brush along the fencerow wasn’t normal. It warranted being checked on — withContinue reading “The Farmwork”

The Fencerow

She was a thin, stout woman with jet-black hair streaked intermittently with singular strands of silver barely noticeable until she stepped outside in the afternoon sunlight. A wife to Henry and a mom to eleven children, Beatrice had long since learned how to hold her own when called upon to do so. It seemed theContinue reading “The Fencerow”

The Firm

Our boys were sick recently. They demanded to sleep in our bed, which is not a common thing. We let them one other time. But it is not something we allow unless they are very ill. Why is that? Well, we bought a king-size bed because I am a large person and need the room,Continue reading “The Firm”