The chicken soup had been simmering for an hour. According to the instructions on the dog-eared index card he pulled from the recipe box it should have been done. When he lifted the lid and the steam swirled away, he inspected the pieces of soft vegetables, the gently bubbling broth colored with the starch thatContinue reading “Edward and the Old Women”
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Fictional Notes from the Bloomington Archipelago; Part 3
The Parking Lot Attendant – Part 3 It was not long when the soft days of spring arrived, full of bird song and rainy wind, and passed like a dream as he sat in the booth, took cash and read paperbacks. In May he bought a brand-new car and stopped taking the long bus rideContinue reading “Fictional Notes from the Bloomington Archipelago; Part 3”
Fictional Notes from the Bloomington Archipelago; Part 2
The Parking Lot Attendant A week before Christmas he read that a winter storm was headed his way. Eight to ten inches of snow would fall before the clash of cold air from the north, and warm moist air from the south, would move out to wreak havoc in the east. The day before theContinue reading “Fictional Notes from the Bloomington Archipelago; Part 2”
Prairie Beacon 