Stories about standing up to a bully, a bank, a landlord or a scam.
Chapter 1 The creek went dry on a Tuesday in the second week of August, and by Friday I had buried nine head of cattle... Read more
Brent Dempsey did not look up from his computer screen. I stood at the office window of Oak Rest Cemetery with my envelope in my... Read more
The red chest was riding backward on a gooseneck trailer with a yellow ratchet strap across its top drawer, and I knew it before I... Read more
“Ma’am, you should have planned better.” He said it loud enough for the whole line to hear. He did not say it cruelly, exactly. He... Read more
“Orville would be glad,” Rick Hanlon said, and he slid the keys across the counter to me like he was handing over a gift. It... Read more
“Mrs. Keefe, I understand you’re upset, but the policy is the policy.” Dennis Prentice said it the way a man reads from a card. I... Read more
The notice was taped to my storm door with blue painter’s tape, the kind that peels the paint when you pull it down. I pulled... Read more
The developer smiled at me across a fence wire with brown water standing up to my boot tops, and he said I would sell soon... Read more
The phone rang at 1:40 in the morning, and I knew before I picked it up that it was Rosalind, because nobody else in my... Read more
The big one knocked twice and did not wait for an answer. “Mrs. Pickett? We’ve got a work order for the power chair.” He was... Read more