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Highland Bound

February 28, 2018January 24, 2019 / gregjustice123 / Leave a comment

I was spilling my guts about how hard work had been for the last year.  “How’s the family,” the vendor asked taking me off guard. “Oh, they’re doing great,” I answered. “Life’s not so bad after tall then, is it?” he said. “When you look at it like that,” I answered, “you’re right.  I guess … Continue reading Highland Bound

The Straw Lady

February 28, 2018May 21, 2018 / gregjustice123 / Leave a comment

From across the table, Gabriel looked into Debbie’s straw colored eyes.  Her frizzy permed hair and even the freckles spattered across her nose were straw colored.  It seemed she was a straw person, stuffed like a scarecrow, worn and ragged, left in heat of summer and cold fall rain alone to face the crows, no … Continue reading The Straw Lady

Disney Springs, Lover’s Paradise

February 16, 2018February 17, 2018 / gregjustice123 / 4 Comments

   Greg and Mary's Story I had lost my wife to brain cancer a little over a year before my sister introduced me to Mary.  I wasn’t looking to light up anyone’s life or even their night.  I was looking for companionship pure and simple, someone I could take to dinner and a movie who … Continue reading Disney Springs, Lover’s Paradise

Squirrel Hunters Make the Best Soldiers

January 27, 2018May 23, 2018 / gregjustice123 / Leave a comment

Several of us had gathered in a large foxhole as we traded rations and took a few minutes to eat before going back to where we had dug in before sunset.  Even at the worst of times, back home it was never this hot and never so humid at night.  All around us silver shards … Continue reading Squirrel Hunters Make the Best Soldiers

The Trill Piercing My Heart, Filling My Soul

January 26, 2018May 23, 2018 / gregjustice123 / Leave a comment

via Daily Prompt: Trill Normally I'm so intent on fishing that I hardly hesitate between casts.  But this morning I reel in my lure and set the rod down.  It's prime fishing time, peak of the bite. I fight the compulsion to make another cast.  I close my eyes and lean back against the backrest … Continue reading The Trill Piercing My Heart, Filling My Soul

Venezuela

January 25, 2018January 27, 2018 / gregjustice123 / Leave a comment

This is the first chapter of a book I'm working on about a couple that travels to Venezuela which is on the verge of a social and political collapse.  The next chapter will introduce a middle aged couple traveling to the country with the wife's mother who had been in the states for a year … Continue reading Venezuela

Be Aware

September 27, 2017January 27, 2018 / gregjustice123 / Leave a comment

You can never know what your deeds will sow, One foot in front of the other and there you go. It's all a part of life's big picture show. Are you aware of the gold mine you're sitting on, Or at your core do you always need a little more? Could you ever be content … Continue reading Be Aware

Heart to Heart and Part to Part

September 27, 2017January 27, 2018 / gregjustice123 / Leave a comment

After we've contemplated life's complexity And given it all the best of our cognition, And even delved into the depths of our intuition, And we're not one step closer To any kind of understanding That might justify our being haughty, It's time to give it up and just get naughty. All this deep thinking doesn't … Continue reading Heart to Heart and Part to Part

Slow Poke Pie

July 16, 2017January 27, 2018 / gregjustice123 / Leave a comment

Mater Head was a feisty little rabbit.  He didn’t mean to cause trouble, trouble just seemed to naturally find him.  But Mater Head was a likable fellow, and everyone wondered what he would get into next. Mater head’s best friend was Slow Poke.  Slow Poke was a tiny box turtle. One of Mater Head’s and … Continue reading Slow Poke Pie

Don’t Let It be Forgot

July 11, 2017January 27, 2018 / gregjustice123 / Leave a comment

Her father was no John F Kennedy and her mother was no Jacqueline Kennedy.  But if there was such a thing in West Hamlin, Lincoln County, West Virginia they would be it. Clinton, Anna’s father, was a hardware store owner.  Tall and slim, Clinton had a presence seldom associated with the staid life of someone … Continue reading Don’t Let It be Forgot

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