It all started when Eugenia looked out the window one Saturday morning and saw children peddle by on their bikes. “Sometimes,” she said to Ruth, her partner of four decades, “I wish that we’d had a child all our own, a little boy, maybe, just to leave a little something to the world.” Ruth sat […]
Read MoreBy Bosley Gravel (apologies to Charles Dodgson) In the land of Nod . . . Tweedledee threw three knives, one after the other; they sailed through the air, spinning in a blur of gray metal and brown leather. Each knife buried itself into the trunk of an old sycamore tree with a satisfying thump. He […]
Read MoreBy Bosley Gravel Me and Lulu-Mae were having a right tasty Sunday lunch in the meadow when Lulu-Mae said, “Lyle, just when are you going to make an honest woman out of me?” I figured no amount of marrying would do that, but I knew that’s what she was getting at. “Lulu-Mae,” I said, “didn’t […]
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