|Cover photo Pat Forbes
The Morning Drive
As she looked into the mirror to bun her hair, Rose quivered. She did not know from where the quiver came, and had she the time, she thought, this world would be a proper moment for a prayer….
Who’s Killing Aunt Bea?
Main street runs along a railroad track. Along with a ballfield, a law office, an insurance agency, and the Goodwill, my candy store my candy store is what is left of downtown….