Winter Season

Talk in the snow “I think she expects more from you than she does your brother. You have the education. The good job. A polish, that if he has he doesn’t show. And I’m assuming he’s not a Christian.” “Then why beat me up?” “Because as she sees it, you’re not doing what she expectsContinue reading “Winter Season”

Winter Season

What job? Esther sat with her legs stretched out on the couch, browsing through the newspaper. A sorry excuse for a newspaper at that. Her mission was looking for a job. What job? This little town had not one. The classified section of the paper was a swap meet. There came a knock at herContinue reading “Winter Season”

Winter Season

Demons in our dreams When Oscar got home, the first thing he did was call Esther. Her voice was groggy as if he had woken her up. “I’m sorry, were you napping’?” She yawned, “it’s okay. I need to get up anyway.” “Didn’t sleep good last night?” “Didn’t sleep at all.” “Come over. We’ll whipContinue reading “Winter Season”

Winter Season

PSB “Folks, I’ve gotta go. Esther, that was amazing. Keep up the good work. Paranoid Schizophrenic bitch.” Chet let himself out. Oscar disappeared. She waited a little while before she went to find him. He was in what appeared to be a den. There was a single yellow light coming from a lamp in theContinue reading “Winter Season”

Winter Season

Bad examples Esther cocked her head to one side, “and where does it say that?” “In Genesis, masturbation is a sin.” She puffed out her chest, proud of her answer. “Indeed.” Esther rubbed her hands together, “I just love it how people take one passage and run with it. First of all that passage inContinue reading “Winter Season”

Winter Season

Not for show She put her arms around his waist; looked toward Oat with a grin, “and what did I tell you the other night? For a man that knows his way around the kitchen, can have anything he wants.  She turned her attention back to Oscar, “sweetie do WE have another chair? I couldContinue reading “Winter Season”

Winter Season

In walks mother She spoke like a child, “I have a rumbly in my tumbly.” He raised an eyebrow. “Have you eaten anything today?” She smiled, patted her stomach and said, “I could stand to miss a few meals.” “Well Chet, let’s go have some dinner.” He looked at his watch. “It’s 8:30pm.” “Time fliesContinue reading “Winter Season”

Winter Season

You were that girl? Chet was having a really hard time with the whole she was the girl that summer story. Was she really? He finally asked, “Esther, tell us something about you.” “There really isn’t much to tell. I have shared a little with Oscar. You all call her Widow Morrison but she wasContinue reading “Winter Season”