Crocket’s cold nose nudged his master’s hand. The dog always sensed when Josiah was unhappy. “What is it boy?” Josiah moved his hand from the gearshift of the truck to the dog’s head, scratching behind his ears. Country music from the radio grated at his nerves, so he turned it off. Everything got on his…
Tag: Fiction
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 11
When Lexi heard the knock on her front door, she knew without looking that it was Brady. Instead of showing up on her doorstep unannounced, this time he called first and requested to bring her dinner. “Hey, there,” Lexi greeted him as she held the door open wide. Brady brushed past her with a bag…
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch
The crunching of leaves underfoot was one of Josiah’s favorite sounds. Along with the bird calls and the wind blowing through the trees, the sound meant he was where he wished he could spend all his time—the woods. He felt most at peace when he was walking under the trees. Peace was what he wanted…
Issue 13.1 – Fiction
Bus and I were surprised, to say the least, when our parents told us we would be staying the weekend at our grandfather’s ranch while they took a short trip. Usually, we had to beg just to ride along with Grandpa and Dad on their trips to the ranch, and never before had we spent…
Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 5
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…
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 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…
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