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…Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on December 31, 2016 at 5:14am — No Comments
A Christmas fantasy for the 2016 season.
KRIS STOOD COMFORTABLY, his tweed coat warming him in the chill air. It didn’t hurt him to be standing there denied. He had just finished searching the faces of two men to whom he had revealed himself.
Not like I’ve never been denied before. Two men, one on either side of me, one full of doubt, and the other…absolute denial! Do I try to convince them or just move on? The children believe in me. Isn’t that enough?
Added by Richard O. Benton on December 24, 2016 at 1:56am — No Comments
Hello, you both,
I find it rather interesting that I, who profess to be a writer, am so tardy when it comes to keeping family I love up to date. Excuses I could come up with. After all, I do write fiction. This time I think I'll play it straight. I received your Xmas letter a couple of days ago and printed it out for H. She appears enthralled with the printed page. I can understand, as I am too.
I believe I'll address your letter piecemeal and we'll see where it…Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on December 17, 2016 at 10:05am — No Comments
“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…Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on December 14, 2016 at 2:36pm — No Comments
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…Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on December 10, 2016 at 8:04am — No Comments
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…Continue
Added by Richard O. Benton on December 3, 2016 at 10:14am — No Comments