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Winter Season

Little Man Little man spun around and started screaming. “Pussy! Pussy! Come hur. You gotta see dis! Pussy!” The sound of his voice caused Esther to shutter. A movement that Oscar noticed. Before long this scrawny looking woman came into the living room holding a baby with three smaller children trailing behind her. They lookedContinue reading “Winter Season”

Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?

Part 8 The End This time when Bo opened her eyes, it was the sheriff. When he realized she was awake, he pointed, “this is Mini from the diner. She’s studying to be a physical therapist. We are going to get you up.” Gently, Mini moved Bo’s feet toward the floor. The sheriff put hisContinue reading “Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?”

Winter Season

Uninvited guest “For what?” Her smile was warm. “This afternoon. I haven’t played in the snow,” he thought for a moment. “In a long long time.” “You’re welcome.” Her eyes sparkled. “I love snow, winter, rain, it’s magical to me.” She sighed. “I know that sounds silly.” “No, not at all.” He blushed. “Not atContinue reading “Winter Season”

Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?

Part 7 Bo opened her eyes to see an old man’s profile standing in her open door. Long white hair. Long white beard. Chad stepped into view, nose to nose with this man. “Coward!” He roared again. The sheriff’s hat bobbed in the background. “If you are not a coward, tell me then.” Was thisContinue reading “Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?”

Winter Season

The invitation Ask. A voice inside his head called. Ask. “I…” he stammered looking away from her; “made a large pot of soup and I’d be honored if you’d join me for dinner.” She was stunned. The two halves of her spoke at once saying hell no and trust him. Should she let down herContinue reading “Winter Season”

Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?

Part 6 He put his hand under her head. She was so groggy. “5 more minutes.” Bo bemoaned. She could feel herself being lifted but could do nothing to stop it. “Ruby,” hands held her face. “Ruby?” His voice was laced with anguish. When he put his hands on her shoulders, her head wobbled backwards.Continue reading “Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?”

Winter Season

Let’s play “This might be a small town but we still have crime.” She bounced, bounced he told his shocked mind through the yard to shut the door. He had turned away from her looking up the street thinking about where to show her around too. This adventure would take about thirty minutes at best.Continue reading “Winter Season”

Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?

Part 5 She focused on the stone itself. It was dark gray, weathered by time, covered with lichens. The lantern section of a church steeple came to mind. A solid base with those few letters and the date. There were four columns. ‘How weird.’ She thought. The top of the columns looked like spears. OrContinue reading “Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?”