Momentary Visitors

It was another coffee-scented morning. I was sitting in my reclining chair and reading when I heard my cell phone vibrating on the writing desk across the room. Walking over to its charging station, I saw ‘Keith’ on the screen and picked up the phone. “Hello,...

Expectations

A Child’s Expectations My parents will be there for me forever. They will always be good parents, everything I want them to be. Santa, Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa will bring me the gifts on my wish list, things I marked in the Sear’s Christmas catalog and more. I...

Skunked Again

It was 7 o’clock on Sunday morning. The sun rising across the Rockfish Valley illuminated snow-capped mountains, leafless trees and fallow fields. Keith was on his second cup of coffee. “Has Freya come home yet?” he asked. “She’s been out for a while, and Heathcliff...