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JACARD’S TROMBONE
Jacard’s Trombone© After the funeral, my daughter called me to come over to her place. We’ve stayed pretty close, even though her mother and I divorced when she was fifteen. My grandsons have always...
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WHERE ARE THE TOYS?
Where Are the Toys?© I’ve been a caseworker for Child Protective Services, Iberia Parish Louisiana for twenty-six years. To say we are overworked and under-staffed is a giant understatement. As of...
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SERVENT BOY, HENRY
Servent Boy, Henry This is where I live. No, I don’t have rich parents. I suppose my parents are either dead, or maybe they just didn’t want us. It was two years ago when my sis and I were found...
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The Brush
The Brush It’s been fifty years now—fifty! The years before you came into my life are just a blur. To be honest, I just don’t even want to remember them. I was so alone. You turned my life around,...
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BUD
I named him Bud, not after the famous Budweiser Clydesdales, but because it was a time in my life that I needed a buddy. I knew this beautiful animal would become my closest friend, a confidant—he...
View ArticleBeneath the Skin
Today, she turned a hundred. That’s a lot of gettin’ up mornings. Some good, some not so much. Complain? Never! Magdalena Bianchi was a hard worker. She raised five kids, all by herself, taking in...
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That’s My Tombstone
I’m Father Jenkins. That’s my tombstone you see there by the path in front of the old mission. You can barely read my name on it. The stone is leaning—may fall over some day in the gusty winds that...
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Yes, I Robbed a Bank – my current project and how you can help
Will it be a short story or a novella? I’m aiming for a novella, but we’ll see. Yes, I Robbed a Bank is set in the 1930’s in what became known as the Dust Bowl, a 150,000 square mile area mostly in...
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Plotter or Pantser?
In fiction writing circles we talk about two different kinds of writers: outliners, sometimes called plotters, and seat-of-the-pants writers, or pantsers. Of course a writer may be a little of both....
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Stood Up Again!
Here I sit – alone. I’m glad I thought to bring along a book to read. I’ve brought freshly baked bread from the market, Coeur de Chevre cheese wrapped in a chestnut leaf and a bottle of his favorite...
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The Window Between
Here’s a little story written with interior monolog: A sparrow has perched on a branch outside my window. I thought sparrows were ugly. I guess I never really studied one before. This one’s...
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Dad’s Little Cricket
There he is! I’ve been looking for him for the last ten years. Dad abandoned us when I was fourteen—said he needed space. Space! Texas already has a lot of that. Should I just walk in, stand in front...
View ArticleJean, the Bag Lady
Jean, the Bag Lady The streets of New York have taken their toll on Jean Matthews. I’ve watched her go downhill over the years. Now, her greasy hair hangs long around her neck, framing a face that is...
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Daffodils and Green Bologna
Daffodils and Green Bologna It was April 12th. The daffodils had popped their heads up to greet the early spring. Seventy-degree sunshine had brought out dozens of gardeners with their six-pack...
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New Year’s Resolutions
New Year’s resolutions – who keeps them? An author friend of mine recently posted that instead of making “resolutions,” why not call them a bucket list for the new year. I like that. Calling them...
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Connecting Flight I was sitting in the window seat on a flight from Atlanta to Houston. The weather was picture-perfect when we took off from Hartsfield-Jackson at 11:55. But somewhere along the way...
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Connecting – Part #2 of 3
Disconnect I remember only some of what happened immediately after the impact. But I do recall some dude pulling me out of my burning truck. I’d been hauling a load of logs out of Dothan. One of them...
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Connecting – Part #3 of 3
Connecting Again It was a blustery Sunday morning. I figured I’d be alone. I zipped up my windbreaker, feeling the weight of the Glock in my left pocket. I knew the water was deep and the current...
View ArticleThink You Might Wright A Book? – Are You Kidding?
Think you might wright a book? Are you kidding? I hear it all the time. “Eldon, I’ve been thinking about writing a book.” How should I respond to that? Most people think they can just sit down at a...
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Murder on Fifth Avenue
Murder on Fifth Avenue It was morning rush hour. The sidewalk hummed with the normal flurry of suits and briefcases, some marching to glassed-in offices with walnut desks, others trudging up to ho-hum...
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