Do I believe in ghost? Well, I am still trying to resolve that issue. Up until about fifteen years ago I would have laughed at such a question, but now I’m not so sure. This is how it happened. (more…)
Nora unlocked the door, disarmed the security system, and dropped her purse and keys on the hall table. Clutching the carry out bag from a nearby Bar-B-Que Restaurant, she walked toward the kitchen kicking off her high heels before she reached the end of the hallway. She placed the bag on the shiny granite countertop of the center island.
Nora breathed in the scent of her kitchen. There was nothing. (more…)
Three more days and she would turn thirty-four. Amy smiled as she thought about her upcoming birthday. She and Ryan had been married ten years, and each year brought another surprise when it came to the gift she received for her birthday or Christmas. Poor Ryan was at a loss on special occasions when a woman expected a slightly extravagant or sentimental gift. (more…)
I found my old diary the other day and started reading about my distant past. I had never kept a diary until I was twenty-two years old and in the hospital in 1972. Until then I didn’t have the time or feel the need to write down my inner thoughts or deep dark secrets. Ha Ha! (more…)
Back when school was always out by the end of May and didn’t start until after Labor Day kids enjoyed far more freedom. The long, lazy days of summer passed slowly. There wasn’t much to do in our small town. Most of the children attended one or more of the two-week Vacation Bible Schools provided by each of the four churches. They were over at noon. That left a long afternoon to fill before it was time to report home for supper. (more…)
“Mama says we have to ride the train all the way to Abilene. How will we manage without her?” asked sixteen yea-old Emma Murdock. A frown crossed her normally pretty face.
“Why do we need Mama to hold our hand? We’re almost grown,” Emma’s identical twin sister Ella, retorted. (more…)
The boy stood squinting into the late afternoon sun as his blue eyes keenly watched for a signal from the birds soaring over the river. He hoped they would indicate where to fish. His flaxen blond hair glistened in the in the strong afternoon light as he swiped it off of his sweaty forehead with the back of his arm.
“Hey Scout, you can’t catch a fish unless you put your hook in the water,” (more…)
The people next door were quite ordinary. They were of little interest; mother, father, daughter, and son. The Sutton’s were like most of the other families in our quiet neighborhood. Their lives seemed uneventful until one summer when things suddenly began to change. (more…)
One hot afternoon in the summer of 1995 I sat on our big front porch trying to find the coolest place outside to read my steamy Harlequin Romance book. Inside was like an oven as we waited for the repairman to finish installing the new A/C unit. Mom had gone next door to visit where the air-conditioning was working.
I glanced up as I heard the unmistakable roar of an approaching motorcycle. (more…)