From the football field size patch of muddy land stretching out along the side of the road where I sat, I could see the…
The windswept landscape carpeted with dull yellow prairie grass seemed to undulate with the rise and fall of gently rolling hills. Hazy, late September…
Everything was the same hue of brown as the sand in the desert. The clay brick streets and small, squat huts looked ancient, turned…
Joe Bob was a bit slow, though none of us in the Hasper family were all that bright either. Only Jimmy Roy had any…
I were only nine years old in 1935, born and raised in Harlen, Oklahoma. I ain’t changed much since then. As the sayin’ goes,…
At the kitchen sink, Julia felt the warm, moist spring breeze blowing in through the open window brush her cheeks. She ran her tongue…
