What Wakes the Rooster (Part 14)

Alfred’s honking grew louder, and up the farmhouse, Mr McGinley yelled something from the kitchen window. “The old rooster...” continued Alfred. “He’s gone. I saw it coming, I told them. I told you. They don’t listen. Why didn’t you listen? I warned you! And now what?” The goose’s voice grew threatening. “I said it, and... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 12)

Sonny raced back up the hill. The path seemed longer and steeper than ever. His legs were exhausted, and the air pinched his lungs. At the top, just before the yard, he paused to catch his breath and saw nearly every chicken on the farm was gathered outside Winston’s shed. Sonny’s heart was almost beating... Continue Reading →

Poem: Morning Coffee

This morning I woke from pleasant dreams, To the wafting scent of roasted beans. The kettle boiled and sounded it's call, I heard the whistle from down the hall.   I put my old robe on over my trunks, To the friendly clink of coffee cups. Now, I don't mind a noisy home, But I... Continue Reading →

The Old Widower

The old man sat at the outdoor table in his garden. The table was small and round, with a glass top and white paint peeling off the elaborate steel frame. He remembered when they had bought it, how exquisite it was—at least it had seemed so to them on their shoestring budget. He shifted on... Continue Reading →

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