Changes for Website

To all my readers: Recently, I purchased a domain under my name.  I’m not quite sure how this is going to arrange itself, but stick with me and we’ll get where we need to go in the end.  The new site is:  www.judithstclaire.com  So far, I have transferred some of my work from this site to…

1989 October (1)

“Hello?” “Darling. It’s Gerry.” “Whoever you are, it’s three a.m.” “It’s Gerry.” “Gerry? Really? You in the States?” “No. Berlin. The Wall is coming down.” “What wall?” “The Berlin Wall, Darling. I’ll be home soon.” “Home?” “Northampton.” “Oh.” “Is there a chance for us?” “A year ago, you ran out on our wedding. It was…

Diamond Jack

This story develops from the following first sentence: “Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River.” It burned to the ground in ‘aught six.  Today, we received the following: Dear —– Our beautiful forest setting sports a new gem, dubbed Diamond in the Rough. You and your family are cordially invited to join…

Uncle Hiram’s Will

The sole male child born to our family in three generations was Uncle Hiram. In more than a hundred and twenty-five years since, no male children followed. In accordance with our ancient family history, male ascendancy placed our esteemed uncle in the “catbird seat.” Whether fair or unfair, by default, our childless Uncle H inherited…

Missouri Sky

  Under a darkening Missouri sky, Ruth grabbed the steering wheel in a tense hug and slammed the ancient VW into gear. “We’d better find a motel.” “We’ve come all this way. Uncle Hiram must be here.” In tears, Bon consulted the map and pointed the way. The old woman behind the counter was concerned.…

The Wherry

The Ulster team extracted the wherry from its watery grave. “It’s a sister to the one found in Norway last year!” Davidson ran to the truck to retrieve his photo file. Supported by inflated padding and tied to the lowboy, the last of the saltwater drained from ancient wood. Davidson turned the key. The truck…

Face Time with a Gemini

There was a post that inspired this story.  It was called: “I have tried to talk to her so many times that I’m sick of hearing my voice.”  You may find it with this link.   “You’re looking fine today, June.” “Thanks, May. You look pretty good yourself. I like the way you did your hair.…