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Dangerous Passage - Chapter I

“WHY DID YOU slam that door? Do you want to bring the Nazi’s?” Sister Anastasia called hoarsely. She sounded frightened and her look communicated itself to the small boy.Hans’s Gerber’s terrified eyes looked into the Sister Anastasia’s and remorse radiated from his small frame. The beginnings of tears clouded his eyes.Her forehead pinched in her frown, the Sister put a finger to her mouth as Hans moved toward her for the safety of her touch.Sister Anastasia looked at Hans’ older sister. “Greta,…See More
Feb 18
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Combat

THE SUN SET over leafy green hills, darkening the Saar Valley. What had been bright moments before lay covered in shadow and from Colonel Freshette’s view, its beauty had washed out of the peaceful, serene panorama. At another time the town below would have seemed ready for sleep.Through his field glasses the Colonel could see no movement. Intelligence said the town was heavily fortified. He saw no evidence. The Germans were a clever bunch and they were well entrenched. A hush like a held…See More
Feb 11
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Gordon Tuttle

Light fiction with subtle humor, or as my Australian friends would say, “humour.”LONG BEFORE I  actually laid eyes on the man, I sensed that my relationship with Gordon Tuttle wouldn’t be a source of joy and comfort to either one of us, especially me. What could I expect? His goons had me tied up with duct tape, one of my two favorite products. I love WD-40, too. That’s the other one. I felt I should mention it since I brought it up.Got to hand it to Gordon’s boys, using modern technology to do…See More
Feb 4
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Clockwork

What the miscreants specifically did is not important. In this short piece I wanted to define the one word I picked as my title and lay it out, take it apart and differentiate its varied aspects in story form.ΩΩΩHENRY'S EYED POPPED open. His head turned to view the laser projected hour on his bedroom ceiling. 6:00 a.m. Time to get up. He rolled out, sleep done. For forty years he’d had no need to set an alarm. He attributed it to his genetic makeup. Perhaps in some way it connected to his…See More
Jan 28
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Flight 331, Conclusion

SOMETHING GOING ON in the cockpit. I need to get there.The john is a reasonable request. She nudges her mother in the left seat to get up so I can complete the process. After I’m out, I mention that the back toilets seem to be in use and I’m going up front. I’ve been dismissed. The ladies return to their seats, books and conversation. I wonder why I have to use subterfuge so often.I make my way forward and get up next to the locked entrance to the cockpit. A flight attendant bars my way, all…See More
Jan 21
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Flight 331

THE JET TAKES off with a mighty push. I feel the raw, irresistible power of its four massive Pratt and Whitney engines. I marvel at the size of the Boeing 747 jetliner I’m riding in. I marvel at the cosmopolitan sense of the passenger-filled plane. No empty seats, I hear. I look around. Some are reading, some are negligently glancing out of their porthole windows and they look utterly bored.Do they not feel something? Have they all traveled this route so many times before that the experience…See More
Jan 14
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Mohave Desert Incident

APOLOGIES TO ANYONE offended by the use of the term, “Indian,” which of course refers to a people we know in this age as Native Americans. Similar frictional situations are public knowledge. The story depicts known friction between races, it's outlet in one case, and a reflection of what I will term western "justice." I hope the reader will see something else within the story, too, that I will not describe, but look for it.ΩΩΩTHE MERCILESS SUN beat down. Jennifer and I lay on our sides at the…See More
Jan 7
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Lannie Mae Richards for many years had embodied the rock upon which her family stood. Raised in a God-fearing household, she carried those lessons through her life and taught them to her children. Sh…

Lannie Mae Richards for many years had embodied the rock upon which her family stood. Raised in a God-fearing household, she carried those lessons through her life and taught them to her children. She broached no compromise with the laxity she saw in “moderns,” as she called them. Now, for the first time in her life it appeared she would have to let others help her do what in her mind anyone could do with ease.She’d fallen again, not to the floor, but against a filing cabinet. No one would have…See More
Dec 31, 2016
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Dec 24, 2016
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A Few Thoughts on Newtown’s December 14th, 2012

“On its fourth anniversary, the tragedy remains fresh for so many. It's detractors, off on agendas of their own, should read this heartfelt expression...and Amy's connection to it. Like the national memories we carry of an event seven days earlier in a December seventy-five years further back in history, may we never forget these pressure points in life and give them their due.”I wrote the paragraph above for Amy, a friend and fellow writer on the occasion of this anniversary of the Newtown…See More
Dec 14, 2016
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A Curious Utensil

While rummaging around in my kitchen quite recently, I came across a curious utensil. It had the shape of carrying tray, yet was so small as to certainly not be a tray. The handles were out-sized next to the size of the business end of the utensil, and reminded me of unusually large ears on an unusually small-headed person.One could not carry a thing on it. It had no bottom. Instead, it had a center circle of metal perhaps five-eights of an inch in diameter from which radiated twelve rather…See More
Dec 10, 2016
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Beautiful Island

THE INVASION BEGAN - as it always did - in the last days of December. Our little town of five hundred would soon swell to two thousand. The boats would come as surely as one day follows the last. It’s not as if we didn’t have the room or need the money. It’s that our idyllic and nearly perfect lives were about to be disrupted. Our island paradise needed a shot in the arm and every year at this time that’s what it got.As a practical matter, we had to pay a price. For the next month our penalty…See More
Dec 3, 2016
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Tear Holes in It

GINGHA AND HER two companions walked slowly, single file and alert as they picked their way along a narrow ridge high above a low place. The smaller of the two walked between them, a younger in training, Gingha’s charge, and the other a seasoned warrior of her tribe. Behind them the sky darkened and when shadow fell on them, Gingha turned abruptly and looked to the sky. She stifled a gasp as an orange hue manifested in the coming storm.“Quickly!” Gingha called. “Get under! Get under!”Her…See More
Nov 26, 2016
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And Baby Makes Me

THE LIFE I know today began with my birth. It doesn’t seem much to say, but I want you to know what happened before that. Before I was born, I enjoyed life in a place swimmingly confined and restricted, but really okay. I could kick around and turn over, stand on my head, lots of things.Then, one day just like all the others, quite suddenly and totally without my permission, the quiescent muscles surrounding me started to work.“Hey, what’s going on?”Thrown around and squeezed, to my horror I…See More
Nov 19, 2016
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Evil Child

THE MAN IN the red car drove down a dusty dirt road deep in the hills of northern Arkansas. He chuckled. That last sale two towns back, oh man, how he’d pulled one over. The commission would set him for a month.I’m good, he thought, real good! He laughed again.He passed a crossroad, woods to one side, cotton on the other. Three black kids, side of the road, looking at him, big eyes, expressionless, empty faces, strange, unnerving. Did I really see that? He checked his rear view mirror. The…See More
Nov 13, 2016
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As the Wheel Turns

I have a wife. She’s the apple of my eye and she’s my friend and that’s good. I wish to pen some thoughts on marriage and relationships. I’m writing it for me, but there is always a danger that I might share it sometime. To share this with others requires that I write with others in mind. It changes the equation. To whom would I show my inner thoughts?…See More
Nov 9, 2016

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I Wish I May, A Tale of the Fourth Millennium
Moonlight Man
The Mission
COMPILATIONS:
LWG Anthology (2007)
LWG Anthology II (2010)
WWG Anthology III (2014)
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Dangerous Passage - Chapter I

Posted on February 18, 2017 at 1:15pm 0 Comments

“WHY DID YOU slam that door? Do you want to bring the Nazi’s?” Sister Anastasia called hoarsely. She sounded frightened and her look communicated itself to the small boy.

Hans’s Gerber’s terrified eyes looked into the Sister Anastasia’s and remorse radiated from his small frame. The beginnings of tears clouded his eyes.

Her forehead pinched in her frown, the Sister put a finger to her mouth as Hans moved toward her for the safety of her touch.

Sister Anastasia looked at…

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Combat

Posted on February 11, 2017 at 8:03am 0 Comments

THE SUN SET over leafy green hills, darkening the Saar Valley. What had been bright moments before lay covered in shadow and from Colonel Freshette’s view, its beauty had washed out of the peaceful, serene panorama. At another time the town below would have seemed ready for sleep.

Through his field glasses the Colonel could see no movement. Intelligence said the town was heavily fortified. He saw no evidence. The Germans were a clever bunch and they were well entrenched. A hush like a…

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Gordon Tuttle

Posted on February 4, 2017 at 7:59am 0 Comments

Light fiction with subtle humor, or as my Australian friends would say, “humour.”

LONG BEFORE I  actually laid eyes on the man, I sensed that my relationship with Gordon Tuttle wouldn’t be a source of joy and comfort to either one of us, especially me. What could I expect? His goons had me tied up with duct tape, one of my two favorite products. I love WD-40, too. That’s the other one. I felt I should mention it…

Continue

Clockwork

Posted on January 28, 2017 at 9:14am 0 Comments

What the miscreants specifically did is not important. In this short piece I wanted to define the one word I picked as my title and lay it out, take it apart and differentiate its varied aspects in story form.



ΩΩΩ





HENRY'S EYED POPPED open. His head turned to view the laser projected hour on his bedroom ceiling. 6:00 a.m. Time to get up. He rolled out, sleep done. For forty years he’d had no need to set an alarm. He attributed it to his… Continue

Flight 331, Conclusion

Posted on January 21, 2017 at 6:52am 0 Comments

SOMETHING GOING ON in the cockpit. I need to get there.

The john is a reasonable request. She nudges her mother in the left seat to get up so I can complete the process. After I’m out, I mention that the back toilets seem to be in use and I’m going up front. I’ve been dismissed. The ladies return to their seats, books and conversation. I wonder why I have to use subterfuge so often.

I make my way forward and get up next to the locked entrance to the cockpit. A flight attendant…

Continue

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