An Absurd Claim

Chapter 2 Opening the door a crack and shining her flashlight through, Miss Georgia saw the frightened face of Abigail Parks.      “What under the sun?” said Miss Georgia, opening the door wide. “Come in, Abby. What’s wrong? Has something happened?”     Abigail rushed inside and flung her arms around Miss Georgia. “Oh, Georgia, I […]

A knock on the Door

A knock on the Door

Miss Georgia Lee was fidgety. Maybe it was the way the wind was howling around the corner of her house. Maybe it was because Elmira had not settled down since supper. Usually, the little cat ate, curled up in a ball on her cushion and snoozed. Not tonight. Her nervousness was making Miss Georgia jumpy […]

Shadow’s Conclusion

And, come Monday, a brand-new Miss Georgia story. 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 […]

Shadow, Chapter 5

Shadow, Chapter 5

Another catch-up chapter today and tomorrow, then Monday, a brand-new Miss Georgia Lee story. 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 […]

Shadow on the Rock, Chapter 4

Shadow on the Rock, Chapter 4

Remember Miss Georgia Lee, the retired school teacher? Today and tomorrow, I’m re-running the last two chapters of that story, so that we’ll all remember something about it, then, get ready for a brand new Miss Georgia story! Chapter Four, Shadow on the Rock Miss Georgia knocked on the Stone’s door and heard muttered exclamations […]

Snow Memories

Snow Memories

No snow yet, but I can dream and remember, and, now and then, write a poem.   Winter Lullaby A cricket creaks its slumber song beside the fireplace glow, While posts and picket fence outside wear mounds of rounded snow. The winter eve is etched in white, all softness, still and deep, And, drowsy, watching […]