Ms. Maple, Chapter Three

Ms. Maple, Chapter Three By Garon Whited Bronze was thirsty after running a locomotive.  She expanded the truck’s gas tank while we looked for a filling station.  She then drank the tank dry on a mere sixty-mile drive to Big Spring.  I filled it again before we...

Ms Maple, Chapter Two

Ms. Maple, Chapter Two By Garon Whited We pulled into the parking lot.  A bag of snacks wasn’t doing it for me and I was feeling both hungry and ornery.  The door brushed the bell and one of the waitresses smiled at me.  I took a look around, spotted one of the goons...

Ms Maple

Ms. Maple By Garon Whited I don’t know how many times I’ve stopped to help a stranded motorist.  When you spend as much time on the road as I do, galloping hell for leather in something that doesn’t even have hooves, trying to catch and bite the horizon, you pass a...

Leisel

Leisel By Garon Whited   The woman fell when pushed, her hands outthrust to take the brunt of the impact with the flagstones.  She raised her head and tossed black hair back from her face to glare at the man atop the dais. “You’re making a terrible mistake.” The...

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