• Annie commented on the post, firearm 5 years, 3 months ago

    I never thought of Dad’s guns as “firearms.” They were just his hunting rifles, the old shogun that had belonged to my grandfather, the .22 that he used to shoot the woodchucks that raided the garden. I know they were firearms, of course, but they were just a part of the house, like the coffee grinder and the washing machine. Just tools.

  • Annie commented on the post, biblical 5 years, 3 months ago

    The rain poured down, drumming hard on the roof, ripping leaves from the trees. There was no hail in it – just rain, hard hard rain. The hurricane 5 days before had torn through the village, taking down 2 of our three bridges and eviscerating the riverbed – and now this – 6 inches of rain in 2 hours, a biblical deluge that turned the river back…[Read more]

  • Annie commented on the post, counted 5 years, 3 months ago

    I hadn’t counted on this. Who would? No one, of course. I had not counted on sitting for days with an ice pack on my knee, my senses numbed by pain pills, able to hobble to the bathroom only with the aid of crutches… no… I had not counted on this.

  • Annie commented on the post, orders 5 years, 3 months ago

    “I have my orders, sir,” the young officer said. “I am to stay here until I receive orders to leave.”

    “Orders, schmorders,” the old man grumbled as he turned away. He spun. “Dammit, Jimmy, you’re my son! You can let me get through!”

  • Annie commented on the post, trooper 5 years, 3 months ago

    The blue strobes flashed, and Kelly swore. She pulled over and rolled down her window, rooting in her glove compartment for her paperwork. The trooper shone his light in the window, the shadows hiding his face. “Ma’am,” he said. “Please step out of the car.”

  • Annie commented on the post, thought 6 years, 5 months ago

    The thought entered my mind, and woke me like a splash of cold water. Had I? Had I done it? Had I really done what I was only now just vaguely remembering? My heart pounded.

  • Annie commented on the post, institutions 6 years, 5 months ago

    “Our most sacred institutions are in danger!” he shouted. “Our schools, our courts, our churches, our homes, our families!”

    Jason and I watched, fascinated as the old man smote the air with his fists, as if fighting off some invisible dragon.

  • Annie commented on the post, measured 6 years, 5 months ago

    He measured the coffee carefully, scooping the grounds out of the jar, leveling them off with the back of a knife, and eyeballing the scoop to make sure it was perfect. As he reached the scoop toward the coffeemaker, the dog, lying by the window, spied a squirrel, and leaped for the glass, barking, causing Arnold to jump, and a few flakes of…[Read more]

  • Annie commented on the post, somebody 6 years, 5 months ago

    “Somebody’s been here,” Anna said, pausing just inside the door. ”
    “Can’t be,” Mac said, as he struggled not to drop the box of books. “The door was locked.”
    “Locks can be opened.”
    “For pete’s sake, the house is empty! Why would anyone want to break into an empty house?”
    “I don’t know.” Anna walked into the kitchen, trying to figure out what…[Read more]

  • Annie commented on the post, magazines 6 years, 7 months ago

    There were not many magazines. A copy of Forbes, a large-print Readers Digest from 3 years ago, a tattered copy of Time, an issue of Family Circle with recipes torn out. I had hours to wait, and so read them all, […]

  • Annie commented on the post, key 6 years, 8 months ago

    The key grated in the lock, and the door stuck on the jamb as I pushed it. A little kick sent it shuddering open, and I stepped into the house. “ugh.”

    Cherry-stones littered the floor and crunched underfoot, […]

  • Annie commented on the post, secret 6 years, 8 months ago

    “This is our secret hiding spot.” Brenda tucked the little box deep into the cleft between the rocks. “No one knows about it but you and me, and you can’t tell,”

    Abby nodded, a little awed by the responsibility […]

  • Annie commented on the post, camera 6 years, 8 months ago

    I remembered the day we gave the camera to Dad. Father’s Day, 1976. We went on a picnic, a long hike down an old road in the woods, to a spot where the cold waters of a brook dashed over the round stones. We made […]

  • Annie commented on the post, trap 6 years, 8 months ago

    I saw the chain, just visible through the dust, and followed it back to where it was fastened to a stake driven into the ground. You won’t catch me that way, I thought, and looked for the trap, disguised with […]

  • Annie commented on the post, principal 6 years, 8 months ago

    The principal looked down from her lofty height at the two scuffed, muddy combatants who cowered before her. “well?” she asked. “What do you think I should do with you two? Russ?” The boy’s eyes fell. “Danny?” […]

  • Annie commented on the post, fuses 6 years, 9 months ago

    The power went out every damn time there was a storm. A roll of thunder could be heard from fifteen miles away, and the fuses would blow. Kelley grabbed the flashlight and stomped down the cellar stairs for the […]

  • Annie commented on the post, icing 6 years, 9 months ago

    The icing slumped – dribbled – plopped from the cake, taking chunks of the delicate dark chocolate crumb with it. The more she tried to fix it, the worse it got, until, as her brother put it, it looked as though […]

  • Annie commented on the post, patrol 6 years, 9 months ago

    Ezra’s letter was hard to read. He had lost his eyeglasses while out on patrol, and when he got back to the camp, had sat on a stump by the fire, writing with dull pencil on damp paper. “Dear farther,” he had […]

  • Annie commented on the post, stretcher 6 years, 9 months ago

    We didn’t have anything to use for a stretcher. Bill vaguely remembered something from his Boy scouts days about making a stretcher out of 2 sticks and 2 coats, but it was not of much use here, as it was summer, […]

  • Annie commented on the post, decorations 6 years, 9 months ago

    The boxes came out of the attic on the 18th of December. We had all been too busy and distracted to think about Christmas. Mom’s illness was the one thought that rang in our minds, louder than any bells, glaring […]