Stories and Paintings
We walked back along the tunnel, took a left turn and headed up a long, steep ramp. “So, what are the clones going to do?” I asked. “They’ll split up,” said LaShawn. “With them running around, it will confuse Jimmy O’Shea’s men—the clones might even kill a few of them. And, hopefully, they’ll keep... Continue Reading →
Budgie and Nils jogged back down the hill and into the house; whatever preparations they were going to make, they were in a mild hurry to make them. LaShawn handed me the binoculars. “Take a look down there,” he said, pointing to the southern end of the valley stretching in front of Budgie’s property.... Continue Reading →
The pile of rags was on the shelf between Sonny and the camera. He quickly pushed the pile forward so that it collapsed over, covering the camera, and then he flapped down from the shelf. He landed beside Rosie just as Ivan came in, and noticed a few of the chickens had also gathered just... Continue Reading →
Sonny turned and saw Ivan walking toward him. Ivan was an intimidating rooster, but more so this morning. Something was different. While Ivan had always had a domineering manner, he was usually a little jumpy, as though he might suddenly trample the nearest bird. Not so today. There was a calmness about him. “Hello Ivan,”... Continue Reading →
