Funerals always bring out the worst in me. Every time I say, that’s the last time I go to one of those damn things I swear off of them. Then another person I cared about or knew dies and I am forced to recant my decision and go. And then for two weeks after I … Continue reading Life After Death
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The Hurricane
This old house had been in my family for years. I had seen my life pass on this beach. My wife said her final goodbyes in the bed in the back bedroom. I hadn’t slept in that bed in years, just couldn’t. I slept in my recliner in the den where my cigars and beer … Continue reading The Hurricane
A Mercenaries Tale
I awoke just before dawn. I washed off and put on my clothes. Tied my boots and put on my knife. I had hundreds but always seemed to use the same one every day. I guess the rest were for collecting and this one was my work knife. I don’t like to be called a … Continue reading A Mercenaries Tale
Mrs. Watkins
I used to pass by the old Watkins place every day home from work. Old lady Watkins would be on the porch. She always waved, a kind gesture as I passed by her. I often wondered what her life had been like, the people that she knew and the ones who had passed. She lived … Continue reading Mrs. Watkins
The Last Winter
...She was my anchor...
Blue Eyed Storyteller 