Imagination is a wonderful thing. With imagination, you can see things that really aren’t there. With imagination this morning, I can take a trip of about a hundred miles and a hundred years and, there I am at Etta Bend, my mother’s childhood home. I can see the farm as it was a century ago. […]
Dec 23, 2020
Mystery Solved
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Chapter 10 After eating a light supper of cornbread and milk, Miss Georgia and Abigail went upstairs. Since Miss Georgia’s room was where the tunnel was, surely if the ghost started haunting again, it’d be in here. They turned out lights in the bedrooms, then both of them sat in chairs on the opposite […]
Dec 22, 2020
Hatching a Plan
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Chapter 9 On the way out of the tunnel, Abigail was in front. Both women hurried as fast as they quietly could. When they reached the end of it and stepped out of the opening into daylight, Miss Georgia breathed a sigh of relief. Abigail pulled sideways on the panel and it slid shut. […]
Dec 21, 2020
Inside the Tunnel
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Chapter 8 Miss Georgia was so relieved that she sat right flat down on the floor, tears oozing out of her eyes. “Thank the Lord,” she breathed. “Georgia! Georgia, look at this,” Abigail cried. “It’s a room or something, but it’s all dark.” Georgia took a deep breath. Holding onto the side […]
Dec 20, 2020
Elmira’s Amazing Discovery
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Chapter 7 Miss Georgia raced upstairs, Abigail close behind her. Where was Elmira? Why did she sound so strange? Rushing into her bedroom, she glanced at her cat’s basket. Still empty. “Elmira,” she called, using her most persuasive tone. “Where are you, kitty? Kitty, kitty?” Again, came that little plaintive meow, but much […]
Dec 19, 2020
Elmira the Lost
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Chapter 6 Miss Georgia’s sat up. She bounded from bed and looked wildly around her. She had been dreaming about someone knocking on her door back home. Abigail pounded on the door. “Georgia! Are you all right?” Memory of where she was came back. Grabbing her robe, she stepped into her slippers. […]
