No warning. Card says“Arrive Friday for a week”Too bad we’ll be gone
Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind.” by June Kosier
Calvin CoolidgeChristmas In July The last post card I received was an antique one commemorating the poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas” I did not receive it at Christmas time. … Continue reading Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind.” by June Kosier
To Peggy Across the Universe by Diane Kendall Stevens
I’m writing to you to see how you are, thankful that we’ve found a way to communicate across this vast distance between us and eager to see if we can … Continue reading To Peggy Across the Universe by Diane Kendall Stevens
Writing to Artemin Prime by Duane L. Herrmann
Dear Xrjot, Earth is having a bit of a time now. The climate is going out of balance, but the people and corporations with money refuse to let go of … Continue reading Writing to Artemin Prime by Duane L. Herrmann
Unlikely Friends by Leslie Sittner
November 5, 1963 Dear Jerome, Thank you so much for passing me your full address at the prison today. I’m not sure if it is appropriate for you and me … Continue reading Unlikely Friends by Leslie Sittner
In the Waiting Room by Karen M. Titherington
“But, I’m the patient!” She met the eyes of a stranger in the waiting room in an oncology center. He was coughing and resting simultaneously. Sick she thought. But in … Continue reading In the Waiting Room by Karen M. Titherington
What is This Age? by Duane L. Herrmann
"We're in an age of transition," the man remarked to his companion as they passed by me. I didn't know what transition they were talking about, but I know there … Continue reading What is This Age? by Duane L. Herrmann
The Invasion by Leslie Sittner
“So sad. So very sad. But there’s hope for recovery.” She’s slowly shaking her head as her ancient German shepherd tugs on his leash. Her dog-walking partner nods in agreement … Continue reading The Invasion by Leslie Sittner
“Dodging the bullet” by Linda Freedland
“You know I’d love to have you both over for dinner, but my oven and stove died.” This statement was uttered by a woman, seated next to me, getting her … Continue reading “Dodging the bullet” by Linda Freedland