The mean boy who was selfish, and spiteful, and only ever cared about himself.Read More
Together, without saying a word, we scramble half-way down the hill, and take a path to our left that takes us straight to the wires. We can see the highway a couple hundred yards from us, but there’s no sign of Kreb, Pru, or the car.Read More
“Look what I found!” Alan called out. First thing that morning, Alan had burst through the door with supplies from Noreen’s. Zip and I were just waking up, rummaging under the kitchen counter for the steel coffee pot. Alan was...Read More
When Sylvia and the children reached the clinic yard, it took only a glance from her for them to drop down in the shade, at ease. Their clothing, all hand-me-down, was the norm. The land was tired and jobs were scarce, hardscrabble made harder by the Great Depression.Read More
Today I burst out laughing. Someone had “winked” at me, and when I clicked on his profile, I saw the picture of a fairly good-looking guy — the photo was in black and white — sitting in the back of a limo with flute glasses for champagne lined up next to him.Read More
Guin was justifiably proud of this story. She knew the public would like it. And maybe, when Judge Richman came up for re-election, the people would think twice about voting for him. If they did, it would be because she, Guin, had shined a light on what went on in Mayfair County.Read More
“And George,” Curtis had called up to him earlier that night, from his seat in the first row, as George appeared from behind a wing, “Just remember, when you enter the stage with your nephew, to lean down on your cane the way we showed you.” No, they weren’t actually in the Ukraine, he knew. Instead, they were all sitting around the long dark wood table toward the left side (audience view) of a large stage in a Northern Virginia theater.Read More
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