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Feral

The sign said, "Property of the United States Government". No trespassing. Violators will be prosecuted." But, he couldn't read. (Suggested for mature readers only. This piece may be unsuitable for children.)

Too Many Strays —Too Soft a Heart

abondoned dog

Country life was the cat's meow—. Really! It was everything we expected and a lot we didn't expect. Day to day, we never knew who we would find at the end of our driveway, on our doorstep, or even tied to a tree. During the years we lived in the country, there was a steady stream of tail chasers and tail waggers that were dependent on the softness of our hearts.


Winona

Lake Winona
photo credit: Amanda Gillett

Maybe it's because of the beauty of this area but the people here are among the friendliest, most good-natured, and warm-hearted that I have met anywhere.



Baby and the Goldfish

Siamese

One day after work, I came home to see Baby sitting on the table, looking into the Aquarium. As I walked into the living room, I could see that the carpet was soaked. My heart sank. I was oblivious to the mess because I was sure the fish was a goner.

Learning to Drive

After I finished driver's training, I thought I was road-ready, but passing the behind-the-wheel driver's test turned out to be something like climbing Mt. Everest. It took me four tries to pass it. The first was not entirely due to poor driving.



Sunday Drive

view through a car window

I walked away from driving about two years ago. I’ve never really enjoyed driving. I have always been a nervous driver, afraid that I will zig when a zag is called for. Several near misses during my driving days amplified that fear. I think the problem may have started on a Sunday drive.



Rocket Fuel

flying saucer

Written in 1999, this short story is the author's first venture into the world of Science Fiction. It is the story of mis-communication between two travelers: One in need of a substance, the other who would be better off without it.



A Long Time Between Bouquets

bouquet

Yes it had been, she thought as she looked at the vase of flowers. The tears came to her eyes as she tried to remember the last time he had brought flowers home. She couldn’t. It had been a long time between bouquets.



Bringing Home the Bacon

pig in a cornfield

One day in early summer the pig disappeared. Although they searched the countryside for him, the Johnsons couldn’t find him. They figured they had seen the last of the little piglet…



The Half-Tailed Squirrel

A mild mystery about ears and earrings, things lost and things found.

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