2 Minutes Ago

2 minutes ago

By JD Mader Am I thinking? Yes, I am thinking. I am lost in a field of reminiscence. The smell of sunlight on the dry grass is overpowering. I know you are right behind me, although I can’t hear you. You’re so damn quiet. Makes some people nervous. Not me. I wonder about it, though. But I know you won’t appreciate the question, and I don’t know if I have the guts to ask, regardless. You smell that? Yeah, I smell it. Nice, huh? Yup. And my mind is creating flowcharts, letting imaginary conversations blossom and grow firm and full … continue reading…

Mystery of the Cowboy Pilot

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By Jan Verhoeff Investigation is serious business for me. I expect eventually to become an investigator for the FBI. Although my family thinks this is just a phase I’m passing through, I know there’s a future for me to do more than just write about the mysteries I solve. Take today, for instance. My brother, that’s Neill, he’s almost sixteen months younger than me and seriously not into growing a career of investigations. He believes our investigations now will simply be fodder for his books, those ones he wants to write eventually. My sister, Emily, thinks we’re all a little … continue reading…

Broken Promises

This story is a part of Bill’s latest book- Bourbon Nuggets – to be released soon. Written by Bill Clarke Pa had told me the store was operational. When I arrived the next morning chaos reigned. I was grateful for Cynthia’s ability to kick in and go to work, hard work, at that. She stepped up better than most men I’d worked with, and stayed at it longer. The store manager was little more than a drunken fish out of water, unable to tally or organize. The two helpers on the line didn’t either one speak English. Cynthia ordered an … continue reading…

After Burner – The Lesson

By Jan Verhoeff I remember one afternoon, my husband handed me the weed burner and told me to call one of the hired men and have him come help me burn out the corrals. They’d been vacant for several years and tumble weeds had filled them up fence-top high, filling the inside of the sheds, and binding up the fence rows. I mentioned that I’d never burned weeds before. I even reminded him that I was seven months pregnant and not moving so fast as I should be to do such a task, and pointed out that the girls would … continue reading…