The Mysterious Stranger

The Mysterious Stranger

He moves on four white, silent feet along my neighbor’s sidewalk, this quiet, watchful newcomer. He sits on the porch a while, thinking about things. Where did he come from? Where is he going? Is he just out for a morning stroll or is he on a mission? Cats are secret, mysterious creatures. They keep their […]

A Winter Night

Backyard bushes, robbed of summer’s greenery, stand bare and gray in the winter night. The birds don’t mind. When moonlight silvers the yard, they crowd deep into the thick twigs, twittering and chirping,  content to be hidden by darkness and their stubbly cover. A few wild forest creatures slip into the yard. A raccoon, a […]

What Lay in the Murky Bog?

What Lay in the Murky Bog?

Mallory sank down on a rock, trying to catch her breath. The night was so dark she couldn’t see a foot in front of her. Wispy tendrils of fog, like bony, white fingers curled around leaning headstones . Far, far below her, the Irish Sea pounded relentlessly against the coast. She had no idea where […]

Ned’s Homecoming

Ned wanted nothing more than to spend Christmas with her uncle, Javin Granger, her last living relative. It had been forty years since she and her family left her hometown of Ednalee, Oklahoma; now, she was back, hiding from an experience in Atlanta and needing the peace and quiet of the old Victorian house her […]

Conclusion of The Christmas Barn

The cold wind blew their leaves away. The three friends shivered and wished for day. “We can’t just do nothing,” the raccoon said. “Come on, squirrel and chipmunk. Let’s go  a bit farther. Maybe we’ll find food.”      Sighing, the squirrel straightened up and took Chipmunk’s hand. On they went, through the cold night. They […]

Little Cedar and the Big Storm

Fierce winds tugged at Little Cedar. His scrawny boughs bent and swayed but he dug his roots deeper and hung onto the rock buried beneath the mountain soil. “The wind is so cold,” said Little Cedar. He shivered from his topmost limb to the bottom of his twisted trunk. “It must be nearly Christmas again.” […]