“Where the hell have you been? You’re 30 minutes late. I wanted you here at 6am. Get your worthless butt aboard, so we can get going,” Eric Hemming, who was standing on the stern of his fishing boat Juanita, shouted to …
Abbie and Mollie took a room for the week at the Pine Hotel. Friday was payday on this side of the mountain and they had ridden Abbie’s new 1924 Ford Roadster over the pass from Atlanta for the party. Mollie …
The guy behind the counter of the Arapahoe County Sheriff’s department handed me a shoe box and said, ” Here you go, buddy. Here are your father’s remains.”
Begrudgingly, I took them, not excited in the least to be doing …
Farmer and amateur magician Paul Ciccilini beamed with pride as he watched the judge place a third-place ribbon on his entry, a perfectly grown zucchini. Hardly anyone else noticed the ten-inch green wonder; but this was an accomplishment worth celebrating. …
Dotty kept her head down, fighting against the wind and the rain. Ice cold rivulets ran down the back of her neck, finding the gap between her old wool coat and her skin. She shivered and pulled the coat tightly …
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Bobby stepped onto the bus, his small suitcase loaded with metal army men. The pungent smell of fish and dirty water filled the air of the fish market under the metal gray sky. A large banner hung from …
Freddie Cleveland reeked of cooking grease. He’d battered, fried, boiled, basted, fricasseed and cooked chicken every way imaginable. He made it every day, one way or another. The smell never went away, never left his clothing. He figured it would …
Eric speeds by and with his wagon’s bullhorn systems screams, “Corn atcha!”
I’m sitting on the back of my wagon, legs barely touching the ground, stretching my back from the morning’s efforts, and point at the back of his vehicle …
Morning light edging in, New York City streets shine wet while Allison and Amy dance, sing and laugh through them. Honey sweet and seventeen, blissfully exhausted, folded umbrellas, top hats and tails, safe in their neighborhood.
Jasper now liberated from …
Madness runs as deep as the marrow in the Tate family. I just didn’t realize how far until recently.
It’s not that we’re criminally insane. That’s a bit nutty, thank you very much. We are simply eccentrics. No murderers, no …