Monthly Archives: December 2018

The good and the bad

It’s been a hell of year. Not just the political and social turmoil that we all experience day-to-day basis or sometimes a minute to minute basis. I have little to add to that conversation, wiser and more foolish people have … Continue reading

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That Place, Part 17

It was the golden hour, and everything and everyone standing in the field to the west side “That Place” was warmed by a reddish glow. The trees looked as though they were made of bronze, and the sky was that … Continue reading

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That Place, Part 16

Shrubsbury had recommended several prospects to Margery. He did so with the caveat that she never reveal her plans to him. She agreed, knowing in her heart that he was a coward and he with the relief that comes from … Continue reading

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That Place, Part 15

Deep in the forest sat two chairs. They were placed at the end of a row of trees that formed an avenue. One chair was made of wood, and when I say made, it looked as though it had grown … Continue reading

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That Place, Part 14

“What were you thinking?” The young man, whose name was Ahearn, regarded those who were looking at him with murderous intent and said this. “Traditionally, one half of this thing is a local.” Georgie’s nostrils flared and she stood up … Continue reading

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