Southern summer nights–a hint of honeysuckle on an errant breeze, the cicadas’ grating song. From a tangle of tree limbs, an owl asks his eternal question. Past and present blur into one. This could be a hundred years ago, or it could be now. The evenings are the same. People move through, one era closes […]
Jul 11, 2020
Shadow on the Rock, Conclusion
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Chapter 6 Conclusion It took a week before Jase Marshall was able to appear before the court. Miss Georgia was all a-tremble as she, Jenny, Tommy, and James Stone arrived in the packed courtroom. Lathe met the little group at the door and escorted them up to a front seat. Jase sat in a hard-backed […]
Jul 10, 2020
Shadow on the Rock, Chapter 5
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Looking back on that night later, Miss Georgia was never quite sure how she and Jase Marshall made it through. She remembered spreading a sheet on the sofa and coaxing and lifting and supporting the wounded man until he plopped down with a loud sigh. She cut off his shirt where blood had dried and […]
Jul 9, 2020
Shadow on the Rock, Chapter 4
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Chapter Four, Shadow on the Rock Miss Georgia knocked on the Stone’s door and heard muttered exclamations inside. She was sure neither James Stone nor his wife was expecting anybody to drop by this late. James opened the door in overalls, shirt, and bare feet. It seemed strange not to see him dressed to the […]
Jul 8, 2020
Chapter Three
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Chapter Three Lathe Caldwell’s visit left Miss Georgia feeling at sixes and sevens. She’d keep busy, bake a pan of cornbread for supper. What would Tommy and Mrs. Marshall have to eat tonight? Did they have food in the house or were they counting on Jase to bring groceries from town? Miss Georgia poked more […]
Jul 6, 2020
A Shadow on the Rock
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Miss Georgia Lee closed her valise with a snap. Standing up from her desk, she gazed around at her empty classroom for the last time. Pictures and maps were down from the walls, except for the two pictures of Presidents George Washington and Woodrow Wilson. The chalkboard was washed clean, erasers had been dusted and […]
