To Puerto Rico And Time_Gila Bend_A Crescendo of Sorts_Mystery on Treetop Lane
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To Puerto Rico And Time
The news displayed images of a deadly convict who escaped prison the night before. Anna threw clothes into her bag, one eye on the TV. Her phone buzzed and she ignored it, guilt gnawing at her soul. She had never felt so stupid in her 5 years career.In a jiffy, her bags were ready."I'm so sorry I'm late." Anna Stevens said over the phone, running out of her condo in her dove-gray slender gown, her black hair flapping in the air behind. "I'm on my way. Give me thirty minutes."Her face was white as she descended the elevator. She counted the numbers of floors. 14、 13、 12、 11、"Anna, you're so fun...
Gila Bend
The clock on the dash read two a.m. and Christmas music had been the only thing on the radio since Denton Kline left his sister’s place in Gila Bend. He reached over and shut it off, hoping to get a grip on his thoughts and maybe… just maybe the voices in his head would shut up. Why the hell did he even think of surprising his older sister by driving all the way to Arizona dressed as Santa? He shook his head and pounded on the steering wheel. Ardell left home when Denton was fourteen. She moved to a commune way the hell out in Gila Bend and never stayed in touch. Up ahead, a long grade wa...
A Crescendo of Sorts
*There will be a prompt to start playing a certain composition during this story, if you’d like to listen to it as you read it adds to the experience, enjoy*All Theseus and Cyrus could hear beyond the rustling of the silk curtains were the rustling of impatient feet. Theseus, always the one readily prepared , sat lounged and waiting on an armchair of the bloodiest red, eyes closed, tapping his feet to the tempo of the music playing in his head. Cyrus, the younger of the twins, was seen dashing along their temporary waiting space with his tie half undone and his hair strewn all over the place l...
Mystery on Treetop Lane
Mystery on Treetop Lane Penny and I loved to take off shopping, especially during the holidays. The Halloween season was fast approaching, and there was a lot to work out. Every year we host an old school Halloween event, with all the traditional favorites. Apple bobbing, tasty apple cider, a Halloween costume contest, Mrs. Witard’s sugary cookies formed into ghosts and goblins, Mrs. Grunlee’s pumpkin pie and Halloween themed games, are all a part of the festivities. We went from one end of Blairsville to the other collecting items for the special evening. Not finding everything we ne...