Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Who Did It?

        Ma’s fingers shook as she dialed 911. “Send an ambulance to 510 Clay Street,” she pled in a hurried whisper. “My husband just fell down the stairs. He’s eighty-eight.”
        “She pushed me!” Pa shouted. He sat on the bottom step holding a towel to his forehead.
        “Is he bleeding?” the dispatcher asked.
        “He cut his head, but no bones are broken.  He was unconscious when I found him”
        Pa shouted louder. “She pushed me!”
        “Who pushed him?”
        Ma covered the phone. “Hush, Ernie. He heard you.”
        “So what? I’ll tell the whole world.  Hillary Clinton pushed me down the stairs!”

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

What Did She Bury?

        “Come here, girl,” the blue coat shouted.
        Betsy ran, but not fast enough. The Yankee captain grabbed her arm and spun her around.
        “Let go of me, you beast!” Her heart beat faster than a Kentucky race horse.
        “Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?”
        When she struggled, he pressed her against his chest. “Don’t try to deny it, sweetie. The ground is fresh turned.”
        “The old dog.” She spat in his face.
        He swore, shoving her away. “I don’t believe you.”
        “Dig it up, yourself. I was afraid your soldiers would eat it. They’ve eaten everything else.”