Here at the end of another week, we return to Short Story Friday. I hope you enjoy: PICNIC ON THE MOUNTAIN There was something about the way that the church did picnics. On picnic days, after Sunday services we would all pile into our family vehicles and find a dirt road to take us to …
This is the second in my newly-returned Short Story Friday series. I’m working on stories about growing up in Southwest Virginia. In full disclosure, if my cousins read this they’ll say “that’s not what happened.” I look forward to their book. Here’s Martha…. The February wind howls around the small frame house. A fire burns …
