Monthly Archives: April 2011

          Tom recognized it immediately.  He looked away, into one of the shop windows he was just passing, thinking that he was imagining things again.  But when he sneaked a quick peek upwards, it was still there.  Round and black, … Continue reading →

He stopped at the tiny landing near the top of the staircase.   There was a mullioned stained glass window in the wall, just as the stairs turned left for their final three steps.  He opened it and gazed down, past … Continue reading →

            Uncle Charlie didn’t take to that little kid like his wife Leaitis did.  He seen Little George sneak those biscuits and that ham and he seen him do another thing or two that weren’t so ‘sweet’.  Leaitis thought he … Continue reading →

Lord have mercy, I cain’t believe it.  Poor chile had to walk home in that terrible storm.  I feel so sorry for him.             Ain’t real sorry for Daddy, however, being as he been living the life of a drunken … Continue reading →

            He ain’t never been on a train.  It’ll be an a’venture.  Aunt Leaitis says he’s goin’ to like it lots.             He’s goin’ take a train to meet his Momma.  Aunt Leaitis ‘ll take him to the station, and … Continue reading →

             The attic dormer window had been left open.  Or rather, it was open just a crack at the bottom, as if a person had started to close it in a hurry and didn’t finish.  From the moist sill you … Continue reading →

           I suppose it is in my blood to hate that place.  I won’t go down in there.             But Little George is my blood, so how come he loves that horrible swamp so much?  Momma used to let us … Continue reading →

            Sometimes Little George lived with Aunt Cabby.  He never knew when he would be told to get his things and be plopped up in the wagon and driven to her house.   Aunt Leaitis did not give him a reason.  … Continue reading →

            He is a short boy and spare:  all sinew and angles under his toe-headed blond hair.  He is so lean his eyes seem over-large in his face, beacons of wondering blue.  Their look of wide-eyed joy when he smiles … Continue reading →

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