You could set your watch by Old Man Haney’s trip to the mailbox. That’s how I knew something was wrong Thursday morning.
A sense of foreboding set in.
I was about to call 911 when I saw the widow Wilkins leaving his house.
But you didn’t hear that from me.
Susan Gale Wickes is from Indiana. In addition to writing poetry and short stories, she enjoys penning aphorisms and epigrams.
Delightful! That last line clinched it onto place.
Just don’t wanna be responsible for spreading any rumors. 😊 Thanks for reading!
Susan, I love your stories!
Thanks, Lisa. And I’m looking forward to reading more of yours!
Shhhh…
Enough said…
It put a smile on my face. Clearly, it had a similar effect on others. That’s what writing is about – well, perhaps more but this was a good start to my day’s work.
Thanks
And thank you for taking the time to read my story. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Nice job!
Thanks, Eddie!