Fred must explain Halloween to Op… when he gets home from the poker g… He just had another bad Halloween… He thinks Opal doesn’t know but E… from across the street called Opal
Jill’s assignment as a new reporter was to interview an old bell ringer standing next to a red kettle outside a Walmart. Her editor had told her the man has been ringing the bell every ...
She could sing, dance, and act but picking a man was a problem. She didn’t complain or explain just worked hard for the money, an Unsinkable Molly Brown.
Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow in February and says six more weeks of winter. That same day the first moth of spring lands on my storm door
“We had the other ones done there,… “Why not go there again? Everythi… No complications. Who cares about… Bunch of do-gooders with hidden ca… “I don’t care about the publicity,…
This traveling salesman has worn out six vans in 40 years and he hopes to retire soon. Age and illness
Fred’s not a hunter but Animus is a beast he’d hunt down and kill and mount on his wall if he had a clear shot
It’s Rocky’s Diner but it’s Brenda’s counter, been that way for 10 years. Brenda has her regulars who want the Special of the Day.
If America is lucky it might still happen. That lawsuit about the university accused of bilking students might go to trial and the accused
Middle of the night someone’s in the house. Can’t be the wife asleep next to you. She’ll be mad
Someday you’ll be in bed dying like I am now and people you love and some you don’t will come by to say good-bye. They don’t know what to say because we’re all amat…
When a young woman like that sails into the conference room, all masts billowing, there’s nothing the men around the table can do
Melba comes home from the grocery… She was walking away from the dair… He was there with a pregnant girl… He said to Melba, “Ma’m, is this… Melba told him it was margarine.
It’s a retirement haven for people with money but it works like a Roach Motel. People move i… but never move out. You and your wife move in to
We write the stories of our lives between the bookends of birth and death They stay on the shelf