The autumn breeze rose over the crest of the mountain top, rustling the dry leaves and sending two starlings on the southward journey for the winter. Only one soul witnessed this momentous event in their avian lives and that soul belonged to Keith McCulley. Keith had been hiking the Appalachian Trail for two weeks now
“Hey Jack, how ya doin’ t’day?” “I’m hot, I’m sweaty, my feet hurt, and I need a shower something terrible,” replied Trevor McDaniels. “In a word, awful.” He smiled and winked at the old man as he scooped up some turkey stuffing and plopped it onto the old man’s tray. ‘Seagull’ Dan, dressed in at
Here it is the afternoon of Christmas Eve and I am sitting all alone at my kitchen table with a bottle of Jim Beam and my gun. I’m not a big drinking man but I did get the Jim Beam whiskey to build up my courage to do what I’m about to do. You see,
I awoke some time before my alarm went off, as usual. I lay there in the cozy, warm darkness enjoying the sensation of moving my toes and fingers in the slick softness of my silken sheets and nightgown, turning very slightly from side to side to feel the unyielding stiffness and scintillating tightness of my
Living in a small town had its benefits, of course. No smog, no traffic, a comfortable cost of living, and a sense of community in which neighbors looked after one another. On the other hand, 14-year-old Cynthia, often thought, this small town crap was just boring. Besides, if you got in trouble, everybody knew about