Seeing Noah the day before added fuel to Annie’s fire to get tone. While he failed to age, she looked like life had put her through the wringer and forgotten to leave her out to dry. She regarded… Read More
They were half a mile from the Elderberry Cafe when Annie turned the corner of Puckett Street and drove straight into a snowdrift. Her vehicle was high centered and refused to budge. Annie shifted her pickup into reverse…. Read More
My husband’s mother, Irene, was the kindest, sweetest, softest person you would ever want to meet. I may be wrong, but I believe the woman never raised her voice. Ever. When she baked cookies they were shaped perfectly…. Read More
I promise this is the last post about Welcome Home because it launched yesterday. But, I made this trailer and want to share it one last time before I move on to my next writing project. It is… Read More
This week I’m sharing a story a different way. I hope you enjoy it…
Peter began his defense. “For the record, I didn’t know she was a fairy. And in the movies, people who glow in the dark have been around some radioactive materials.”
A red glow pulsed in the middle of the room and moved in Peter’s direction. Andrea’s voice held an even vibrato tone. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll show you radioactive materials.”
Angelica didn’t bother to look up from the sewing project she attempted. Ella taught her to make a flower by closely stitching a series of x’s. The right colors combined in the right pattern formed a whimsical pattern that looked like a sunflower. As far as Angelica was concerned, The amount of time it took to recalculate the pattern wasn’t worth the momentary distraction. Unless the storm was a tornado, there was no point in paying it any attention.
It was as though her thoughts materialized.
“The clouds are forming a funnel!” Nicholas marveled.
Over breakfast, the boys decided it was Andrea’s turn to try and find out what Eugene was up to. “He talks to you about everything,” Brian said.
“It should be one of us boys,” Peter argued. “We broke it. We should try to fix it. Nicholas, you’re good with words. You go.”
Nicholas gave them the I don’t know face. “I’ll try. What’s the worst that could happen.”
Watching with anticipation, the boys sat on the porch while Nicholas approached the door and knocked before entering. “Hey Eugene, it’s me, Nicholas.” Nicholas opened the door a couple of feet, and three biscuits came flying out above him like missiles. Unsettled by what had happened Nicholas slammed the door shut. Certain the door was closed he yelled through the wall, “You throw like a girl!”
He came back to the stairs. “Why did I listen to you. You said so yourself. Three days.”
“For the love of thunder!” Damien ran for the door. Eugene of all people, was out there alone. What was he going to do if a kidnapper went after him? Fix their saddle with the pliers he kept… Read More
“It’s been a long time since she’s had dessert,” Brian mused. In his description of Dolph’s farm Eugene mentioned that Caitlin was the only girl on the ranch. The evidence of the absence of female presence was witnessing… Read More