“See you later,” I waved, “Hope it all goes well.” My brother waved back and made his way to where the eye technician was waiting. His look belied his true feelings. I knew how nervous he was. His eyes were pretty bad, scarred years ago from a rare form of glaucoma. There’d be a lotContinue reading “To Hold A Hand”
Monthly Archives: April 2018
Crazy Old Wilbur
The two old friends, Becky Johnson and Maggie Jones, were among last ones to stop by Wilbur Smith’s estate sale. Dead now for two weeks everyone in the small town of Long Lake had wondered what was to become of the house, or Crazy Old Wilbur’s place, as the small stucco home on Lakeview AvenueContinue reading “Crazy Old Wilbur”
Incident On Flight 106
The two guys across the aisle from me were big and burly, maybe thirty years old. They wore flannel shirts and blue jeans and their faces were covered in full, curly beads. They each wore a baseball hat pulled on backwards, the one next to me for the Vikings, the one on the other sideContinue reading “Incident On Flight 106”