Early on Friday morning, Johnny Flynn puffed on a cigar and eyed the Facebook entry. His daughter had written, “Man, I wish it was Saturday.” As he watched, his son wrote a response. “I just wish it was 5:30 Friday afternoon. LOL.” Johnny grinned and shook his head. Ah well. He really should leave such things alone. Stay out of the conversations fueled by youth. What harm would it do to let the young wish away … Read more
Well. That was uncomfortable at best. All of them gathering around my bed to see me off. Uncomfortable and prolonged, like a slow-acting poison. For one thing, their being here forces me to look at them. Not that I don’t want to look at them. Some are the issue of my loins, after all. But their being here and my being forced to look at them also brings into my periphery that damned countdown machine with … Read more
At Bible Mission Church in Springer, South Dakota, the church secretary, Martha Ramis, lay yesterday’s mail on the corner of the pastor’s desk as usual, then turned away. Was that a draft? She turned back to glance toward the window. No, the blinds were down and the window closed. Probably just her imagination from having recently come in from the cold. She reached up to clasp her heavy brown coat near the collar as she turned … Read more