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”
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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”
The Daily Blog
A few things: First of all, making tea is an art. Knowing how long to steep and then how long to heat is crucial in having a jug of tea that is potable. I know how long the tea-making process should take to make my tastebuds breakdance across my tongue, but I dare say thatContinue reading “The Daily Blog”
The Drive-In
I don’t have a problem with big, successful corporations, but it saddens me when mom-and-pop businesses stop operating because they can’t compete. I used to work at Suds N, formerly known as Dog N’ Suds. It was located at 301 W Broadway. They had scrumptious burgers. There was a burger called the Double Decker. FromContinue reading “The Drive-In”
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