Indiana

“C’mon, eat up. I want to get out of town this morning.” She looked down at Jack as he wolfed his oatmeal, and cleared her place.

“Jeez, Hilda, what’s the rush?”

“I want to be in deep in Indiana before Detective Hanson or his sidekick wish they could ask me something else.” Continue reading

Chicago

2017-Deschutes neonHilda stepped out of the blowing cold into the bar. The sign in the window boasted Deschutes beer on tap. She had fond memories of Bend, Oregon, a couple of months back, when she toured the brewery on her way across the High Desert. Chicago was a long way from Bend, but she was glad to visit the Windy City again. She paused at the door. Continue reading

Pay It Forward

Emily sobbed and tried to hug herself. That hurt her arm even worse. The rain that had soaked her had stopped, but now the wind was beginning to pick up. That rain had also soaked the oak leaves littering the road, and caused her crash. Continue reading