Jake – Chapter 1

Jake had been driving since early that morning, the sweet creaminess of caramel coffee having long since been erased by the inhalation of acrid smoke from the cigarettes he had been chain smoking. The miles whispered by as his beat-up Ford truck picked its way across Florida’s I75 toward the Gulf. Affectionately called Alligator Alley, Jake hadn’t seen one since leaving Miami. Just as well, he mused, the son of a bitch would probably have crawled out in front of him; wrecking the remains of what was already a perfectly shitty day.

With the windows down and the day’s heat already starting to pile up, deciding not to fix the truck’s AC was threatening to add to the long list of poor decisions he’d been making lately. It wasn’t just leaving Molly without saying anything either. He had quietly packed up early this morning as the sun shone through the windows haloing her in a golden glow, gently kissed her on the forehead and made his way down the back stairs; his cowardly silence echoing loudly in his ears. Read more ›

Mrs. Brown’s Kitchen

Some of my fondest memories are of Mrs. Brown’s kitchen there was just something special about it. The house itself was a stately old southern mansion right on Main Street in Union, SC. The classic columns out front and the grand old magnolia trees completed the picture. The kitchen was spotless clean, but always smelled like some wonderful meal had just been finished. There really are two sections to the kitchen, the nook or “mud room” where the stairs from the back-yard lead into the house and the actual kitchen itself. The nook was probably the comfiest room in the house and doubled as the laundry room. It was always warm and had that special “clean clothes” smell that nothing else compares to. Read more ›