Josiah made his way up the walk with his arms full of grocery bags. He stepped up onto the porch, shifting the bags to free his hand, when the front door of the house opened. “There you are!” Mary beamed at him. “Here I am,” Josiah grinned at the elderly lady as he waited for…
Category: Serials
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 4
“Brady? Is that you?” Brady Bowers lifted his eyes from the can of soup he was holding when he heard his name. A wide, slow grin spread across his face as he saw the source. “Lexi!” He returned the can to the grocery store shelf to give her his full attention. “You’re back in town?”…
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 3
The banging of pans in the kitchen woke Lexi Jones from a deep sleep. Suddenly panicked, she reached for her phone and checked the time. Six twenty. She still had ten minutes before her alarm went off. Groaning, she pulled herself away from the warmth of her bed, and trudged to the bathroom across the…
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 2
The ticking of the clock on the wall of Mary Bailey’s kitchen echoed in her ears. She tried not to watch the clock, but she couldn’t stop herself. She was growing obsessed with the passing of time. It had been twenty-two years since Daddy died. Twelve since Mother died. Her husband, Arthur, had passed…
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 1
The sunlight streamed through the trees, all but devoid of leaves, with only a few determined stragglers battling the brisk wind. Josiah Jackson pulled his cap off his head and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Even though it was chilly outside, sweat had plastered his thick, auburn hair to his forehead….
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 11 – Conclusion
William . . . William . . . “William” Something was breaking through his dream of tiny caskets and crying women. A voice from his past, pounding in his head. The memories it stirred were all too real, and they were forcing themselves into his waking thoughts. David had died in his sleep a few…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 10
On each subsequent visit, Rose appealed to William for something new. At first, her requests were simple and seemingly harmless. A Walkman to listen to music. His sticker album filled with scratch-and-sniff stickers. She loved the bubblegum scent, but wrinkled her nose comically at the smell of skunk. He even smuggled a bottle of Sylvie’s…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 9
Thunder clapped overhead and William jumped in his seat. The rain was relentless, falling heavily on the windshield in torrents. The wipers were practically useless. He sat forward over the steering wheel, gripping the leather until his knuckles turned white. The rational part of his brain yelled at him to pull over until the rain…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 8
“Someone’s been after Malcolm Eckert’s flowers.” William’s grandmother said that night as she laid the table for supper. He was sitting in the parlor armchair, listening to his grandmother’s radio, missing the television sitcoms he watched during the school year. At his grandmother’s words, he lifted his head sharply, then lowered it again when she…
Serial – Through A Mirror Clear – Ch 7
“I want you to take this.” William sat in the armchair beside Sylvie’s bed. He’d helped her from her wheelchair and pulled the curtains closed to block the glare of the setting sun. Her room was filled with knick knacks and trinkets she’d brought with her from home. Some of the paintings he remembered from…
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