Harold frantically lumbers as quickly as possible to exit Garvin Park and bury himself into the thick over brush along the top of the Pigeon Creek banks. He slows his pace and cowers along the creek’s course. As he nears his cave, he detects voices. Cautiously and quietly, yet as […]
I offer my hand. Harold glances down at my hand. Then he looks me in the eye. He takes my hand. His grip is extreme. My mind jumps to that moment where he indicated he might not allow me to leave. I put that behind me as I promised. “Maybe […]
I’m not Sasquatch Listening to Harold speak with such a rich tone and perfect diction, I forget about his bizarre appearance, but then I look up and all I can think is how much he resembles pictures I’ve seen of Big Foot. “Have you ever been mistaken for Big Foot?” […]
In honor of our medical heroes and other first responders, past and present and our veterans, I continue my fictional WWII story .
