• Fiction,  Novel-In-Progress,  Outskirts of Heaven

    The Drama

    Honor knew Suzanne had already heard about Jenna’s pregnancy. He was dreading seeing her but glad he wasn’t going to have to give her the news himself. He wasn’t sure how it would go. Suzanne was a strong woman, but hard for Honor to read. Knowing her since she was thirteen didn’t help him understand her any better. There was something about her that she kept reserved and hidden from him. He’d seen glimpses of her old spark and lightness the night he came home ten years ago, and he’d seen it in her when they were young, but ever since he came back to Sneads Ferry and met her…

  • Fiction,  Novel-In-Progress,  Outskirts of Heaven

    Penny

    My name is Penny Bomb and I’m an orphan. Not like that’s special, nearly everyone my age is an orphan in one way or another but I’m the kind of orphan who has dead parents. I didn’t lose both my parents at the same time. I lost them at different times. First I lost my father in a fire. I was seven and he built a giant fire in the back yard in the middle of the night. He fed it furniture from our house, furniture he’d made in his wood shop. He fed it scraps from his shop. He fed it bottles of beer and cigarette butts and he…

  • Fiction,  Novel-In-Progress,  Outskirts of Heaven

    Water

    “There is nothing in the world more powerful than water,” Honor Caswell thought as he watched the glittering streams of water spray out of his hose as he watered the garden. He liked to put the setting on “sprinkle” and think of the soft, warm spring rains he used to run in as a boy. He felt like God giving his garden a five-minute shower. His zinnia flowers, robust and plentiful were sneaking out of the garden plot but he hated to reign them in. His cherry tomatoes starting to turn orange and soon red, the weight of them beginning to pull the branches down. The strong leaves on his…