“Where in the world did all those red Cannas go?” asked Aunt Agnes looking out her window. “The ones in the circle flower bed out…
Tag: short stories
After eight hours of cutting bargeboard and driving anchor bolts, Kevin walked down searing sidewalks. He approached the corner of 2nd and Folsom where he…
1736 Lamont Street. I knew this was the place when I first saw it. A stately Victorian tucked away in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. The…
So we left our heroine, Mary Ann Davis on the cusp of having entered the county beauty pageant to compete for prize money which she…
It was the end of the day and my cousin Joey and I were skating in the concrete drainage ditch on the outskirts of town.…
Old Ned could put his nose in the air and smell misery from miles away. He never missed an opportunity to help. Oh yes, Ned…
Reverend Mosley surveyed the restless crowd. Grown men fidgeting in their seats like five-year-old boys, their wives sliding them mean glances here and there. Mrs.…