Near-miss

nbc29Hilda switched on Channel 29 News while the coffeemaker gurgled on the counter top. She didn’t watch much TV, but she would rather let Dave Rogers tell her what the weather would be than look it up on her computer. She assembled a three-egg omelette as the commercials droned on. She was not really paying attention, but she noticed that the commercial had been interrupted for breaking news.  Continue reading

Recovery

2018-dogwoodsThe Greenbrier neighborhood was awash with brilliant white and pink dogwoods. The sun filtered through the trees as Emily made her way to school. Hilda trailed her as they navigated the curving, narrow roads. Continue reading

West Main Street

2018-I-81 in snowTwo weeks after the ambush at Aberdeen Proving Grounds, Joe, Jack and Hilda were driving slowly south on Interstate 81 down the Shenandoah Valley. The winter storm pounding the East Coast was less severe west of the Blue Ridge, so Joe decided to head west above Baltimore to Hagerstown and down the Shenandoah Valley. From the radio reports, they knew that the main I-95 corridor from Aberdeen south was impassable. At least the convoys of long-haul trucks on the “New England Expressway” between Atlanta and Boston helped the snowplows stay ahead of the falling snow. Continue reading

Seeking Safety

2018-Chrsitmas tree topper“I am so glad you agreed to stay through Christmas,” Linda Rathburn said, as Hilda handed her the angel topper for the Christmas tree. An early snowfall in mid-December had put everyone in a holiday mood. Linda climbed down and reached for her hot apple cider on the table.
“I have to admit, this has been a safer and friendlier place to wait than anywhere else. You and Joe have been wonderful.” Continue reading

Maryland

2018-GAP mistJack shouted, “let’s stop at the next place with some cover.” Hilda nodded and pointed to an abandoned gas station on the road running next to the bike trail. They pulled in and leaned their bikes against the columns holding up the roof.  Continue reading

Indianapolis

Jack ended the call, and slipped the phone back into its holder on his handlebars.

“Done. We have a room on the west bank of the White River, across from downtown.”

Hilda shoved their trash into the recycle bin. “Expensive?”

“More than the only hostel in town, but not much more. The main thing is that we don’t have to worry about where to stay, and the motel desk will be open.” Continue reading

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