Three stories tall and made of red brick, it sat in the middle of the Weaverton Downtown Square. Two ring roads circled the impressive old building. Each road offered parking spaces with the outer street lined on the outside edge with shops. Given their location near the c...
Her face was drawn. Her mouth drooped. It looked as though someone had filled in the area beneath her eyes with charcoal. I slid into the booth opposite her. She offered me a weak smile. “So how was your morning?” she asked. “Have you come down from the high of writing up ...
I thought of Blackie cowering in some corner while the storm played out its fury. I goosed the gas and rushed onward. I had the the town to get through and the bridge to cross before I reached home. I had spent the drive to this point reviewing Sam’s words. He claimed he w...
Betty McCracken told me when I stepped through the paper’s wide front door. “Thank you. I’m feeling pretty good, too. Anything new come in overnight?” “Silvia Henning called to remind you that the PTA is having a fundraiser to help buy library books...
Names, characters, places, and incidents, either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used, fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. THE PHONE RANG at about eight that Saturday morni...