Richard Thompson helped his father into the truck. Ronald’s left hand was bandaged and he held it up against his chest with the right hand. He reached out shakily for the handhold inside the cab. He groaned as he sat heavily into the rider’s side seat. Behind them, Carol sat … Read More
Eleanor sat down on the couch for her favorite afternoon soap opera. The commercial was just finishing and she took a sip of a cup of coffee on the small lamp-table next to her. The local weather came on. “And now a quick look at the tropics,” the weatherman said … Read More
The phone rang and Mrs. Thompson frowned at the old style land-line telephone on the table next to Carol. “Oh, who could that be?” She said. “Another phone solicitation call?” Carol laughed as she put the bowl of fresh green beans to the side. “Oh, I’ll get it dear,” Mrs. … Read More
By the end of the week, Duncan could drive the car well enough in the parking lot that he didn’t tell the car; “Whoa,” every time he wanted to stop. Carol was even able to get the rear-view mirror fixed so that her mother never knew that Duncan broke it … Read More
Duncan wiped his brow in the hot, Florida sun. He took off his hat and looked up, leaning back in the saddle. “Cupcake,” was the name of the horse he rode while working at the Circle T ranch. The big stallion was somewhat like Duncan himself – strong and gentle, … Read More