I didn’t see him, but Jim could easily blend into the crowd. A completely forgettable man in a hunting cap. Shannon had stalked ahead, but Angie and… Read more “Lilyanne from “The Nonna Gaylene and Lyddie Stories” con’t.”
Category: short story
The Facts of Life, part 2 (A Harshbarger Mills Story, 1960’s)
Mother shoved aside the Electrolux like a discarded dance partner.
Char Glimmer, part 2 (a Harshbarger Mills Story)
Did the nurse know who she was talking to? She’s not some floozy who fetches the morning paper in her nightgown!
Ray Welk, 1911-1962 (A Harshbarger Mills Story)
For years and years, Iris was the wife of the town’s only mortician. She’s popped in, treating me like a source of income, unannounced and unafraid.
That’s Not Love (A Harshbarger Mills Story, 1944
“Agnes, Woody Garrett is a married man.”
Agnes sat straight up. “But he said he loved me!”
That’s Not Love (A Harshbarger Mills story, 1944)
Agnes fell into his arms, and he’d taken off her clothes with an adeptness that was surprising for a country boy. Raw, green, fresh off the farm.
RISING, a short story by Joan Spilman
He reads something in my face I have no words for. “Okay,” Tim says. “You can have your divorce.”
Establishing Witness, con’t. Joan Spilman
When nothing happened, Vernie began to fear the worst. Anjean had been murdered and no one had identified her body. She’d been sent to the medical school in Morgantown; the Adult Service Work having checked the box, “anatomical gift”.
Rising, a short story by Joan Spilman
Grandma looks bewildered, like a child who’s been tricked. I’ve seen this look on her face before. In the hospital, mostly in the evening. The physical therapist told me not to worry. “It happens with stroke patients. We call it sundowning. They get confused. Expect her to have good days and bad. Expect her to cry and be moody. Don’t be alarmed at outbursts, accusations.” I’ve never feared for anything until now.
Long Distance, a short story by Joan Spilman
We were a couple. Nobody on the floor but us. This went on for, oh, I don’t know how long. He even begged me to go away with him.