Gourds Adorned for Autumn!!!!
The preacher was a neat spare man in a yellow shirt and navy blue slacks. Had she not seen the maroon Bible pressed underneath his arm, she’d have mistaken him for a Vista Volunteer.
When nothing happened, Vernie began to fear the worst. Anjean had been murdered and no one had identified her body. She’d been sent to the medical school in Morgantown; the Adult Service Work having checked the box, “anatomical gift”.
Vernie hadn’t looked in the coffin because she’d got a good look at him when he was born.
Good afternoon everyone! I’d like to introduce the short story novel Silver Bottle by author Joan Spilman. Joan is a writer of literary women’s and Appalachian fiction.… Read more ““Silver Bottle” now available on Amazon! — Cafe Legacy”
Bee on native Virginia “mystery plant”. Photograph by Gail Ratliffe
More Bog to the Blog!
The Blue Jay is a trickster!
A master touch with a brush brings nature to the fore.