The Jay-Walking Chicken: Tales from the Rez
So…..this goes way back to when. I learned how to drive on a John Deere tractor. Mama didn’t drive. Never learned. Other than Mama…
Rant on Grocery Cart Dumping!
Well, it’s come to this again. We have a phantom grocery cart dumper in our neighborhood. I…
The UFO and the Rattlesnake: Tales from the Rez
So…a couple of weeks ago they had reruns of the X-Files playing on TV. The SF series has always been a favorite and I’m elated it’s…
The Messengers: From the Notebook Files
I abhor the dark early morning hours of one to four a.m. It is the time of The Messengers. I never know when they will be…
The Innocent. Random stories
“What the hell is she doing out there? It’s gotta be past two.” It was. A glance at the clock on Jake’s nightstand verified…
VOODOO on the Reservation: Tales from the Rez
The Zullys were not Indians (PC-Native Americans but I’m old school). Nobody knew where they came from. Perhaps someone did know but none of…
THE GATE: From the Notebook Files of Gloria Esquerra
There’s a timeless field full of beautiful flowers. Yellow and blue flowers dominate the land. Wooden benches have chosen spots in the field.…
SHADOWS: From the Notebook Files of Gloria Esquerra
“They live in the shadows. In daylight shadows cast by the sun, in night shadows cast by the moon, in shadows thrown by artificial light, in…
CLAUSTROPHOBIA: Tales from the Rez
Claustrophobia is generally defined as the abnormal fear of being in narrow or enclosed spaces. Like airplanes, elevators, MRI machines, tunnels, movie theaters, windowless rooms,…
FATAL GIFTS: Story One – From the Notebook Files of Gloria Esquerra
I know when you are going to die. I can read shadows. Shadows can signal death. Why should I have been shocked to learn this?…