“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…
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…
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…
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 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…
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.…
While walking my standard poodle Friday morning, I tripped on a piece of raised sidewalk and crashed to the ground. With a bored look, Mitzi (Okay, okay! French dog. French name.) stood by while I struggled to my feet. I picked up my glasses and saw the right lens half covered with blood. My blood.…
The community college instructor was closing the classroom door. I slithered past him and slipped the strap of my book bag off my shoulder before sliding into the nearest empty desk. I stifled desperate gasps for air as I stuffed the oversize denim bag between the backs of my nylon covered legs and the cold…
“Wake up, Kate,” he said. “Come on. Wake up! It’s foggy and the radar went out. Shipwrecked on the beach is the last thing I need right now.” Kate felt herself being shaken. In her nightmare, she fought her way through sea water to a locked engine room hatch. She flailed away, windmill style, and…
Birds of a Feather 