Dust kicked up as the first tourists headed down the stretch to Ma Winter’s homestead. The sky teased puffs of white, though no rain would fall today. Emma Winter stared cautiously at the rental, its driver weaving, unsure at the wheel. As long as she didn’t veer from the road, it was no matter to her. Money is money, no …
Jess, Josh and the Old Lady – Flash Fiction by Julie Clark
Somehow, the sun found its way through the brittle blinds, prying my eyes open. My husband absentmindedly hit the snooze button for the third time, oblivious to the new reality that awaited us both. Quickly scrolling through my Twitter feed, last night’s news had morphed into today’s nightmare. “What time did you go to bed last night?” he yawned, stretching, …
Willow Creek, A Ghost Story by Julie Clark
Willow Creek fruitlessly brushed a clump of auburn hair away from her face. There wasn’t much daylight left, and her broken headband was making this excursion a bit more challenging. Maw and Paw would be expecting her back at the house within the hour, cleaned up and ready to eat. Just a few more minutes. I know it’s here somewhere. …