“I would like those flowers, please.” “Sure. What’s the occasion?” “My brother’s funeral.” “Very sorry to hear that. What happened?” “He was found shot outside of his house.” “Oh, no. How horrible for his family. Does the police have any suspects?” “There aren’t any suspects. It was suicide.” “Suicide?” “Yes. He couldn’t live with what… Read More Flowers From Larry
“Why are you here, Grandpa?” “Well, I–“ “Did you think that you and I were having lunch today?” “Well, I–“ “It’s tomorrow, Grandpa, not today. It’s too bad you came all this way. Did you get a ride?” “No, I took the bus.” “The next bus should be here in about fifteen minutes. Would you… Read More Lunch With Grandpa
“Aunt Margery, Martina and I are so relieved that you’re all right. You’ve had a very nasty fall.” “It’s by the grace of God that I’m still alive.” “How are you feeling now?” “A little sore.” “Can you manage on your own?” “Yes.” “Promise me, you’ll call me if you need anything.” “I promise.” “Martina… Read More Aunt Margery On the Mend
She stood there, shaking like a leaf. The Indian lowered his bow and walked over to the horse. After running his hand over its neck, he took its reins and brought it to her. “Get on the horse.” She stared at him blankly. “What for?” “It will be getting dark soon.” “What ’bout ‘im?” She… Read More The Ride to Freedom
“Carla, why do you keep going to the window? Are you expecting someone?” “Yes. Bobby.” “Bobby? You mean the guy you’re supposed to be dating but who hasn’t been around to see you lately?” “Maybe he’s busy.” “Busy doing what?” “What do you have against him, Sophia?” “Nothing but I’m concerned that he doesn’t intend… Read More Bobby
“Mama, will you stop worrying?” Angie muttered in exasperation. “It worries me that you always seem to be alone. Paul should be there taking care of you, especially in your condition.” “Mama, I’m pregnant, not an invalid.” “I know but you still have to be careful.” “I’ll be careful, Mama. Got to go. Paul just… Read More The Million Dollar Question
Margery stood at the top of the stairs, still reeling from Antonia’s visit. She shuddered as she remembered her adopted niece’s eyes as she cried, “You’re ruining my chances with Laird.” “Laird’s your brother—“ “Adoptive brother.” “He doesn’t love you, Antonia—“ “Because you’ve been telling him horrible things about me.” “Antonia—“ “You’ll be sorry.” Margery’s… Read More Aunt Margery’s Visitor
Before leaving for a press conference, he met his secretary, Shondra in the garden. “Thanks for the tulips,” she said. “You’re welcome. They’re from Hannah and me.” “Please thank her for me.” “I will. Any plans for tonight?” “No. It’s going to be a quiet birthday.” “Maybe we could celebrate it together.” “We can’t. You’re… Read More The Politician’s No-Brainer
This was the neighborhood of Jim Rocco, the bright kid raised by a single mother. He was her pride and joy. “My Jimmy’s gonna to be a big-time lawyer,” she used to say. Jim did become a lawyer and eventually, a Supreme Court judge. Then, a provocative article appeared in the Times, accusing him of… Read More Poor Judgment
It was a cold day in April and he was in the café, warming himself with a hot chocolate. He was there because he could not get a moment’s peace at home. His wife nagged him about fixing the fence and his kids kept asking him when he was going to take them to the amusement… Read More A Close Call
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