Oct 2, 2016
“Well you dodged a bullet,” a smiling Peter spoke during a spur of the moment Monday evening date. Jennifer grinned at him from across the table, feeling twenty pounds lighter, some of it real and some imagined by her fear of discovery as the protest’s banner maker....
Sep 25, 2016
Peter had an enormous amount of energy. It was spring. Bike sales would only increase towards summer and he was busy with tune-ups. Now open on Saturdays, he had less time to be with Jennifer, but still managed to finish tiling his bathroom, with her help. It was...
Sep 18, 2016
Petra, Peter, and Jennifer sprawled on the couch. Taft and the others sat in straight backed maple chairs, and perched on tall stools around Peter’s butcher block island in the middle of his kitchen drinking beer. It was April and they’d just finished their first ride...
Sep 11, 2016
Chapter 8 Snow, falling silently all night, gathered in pillow drifts, and covered the blueberry bushes in front of Jennifer’s porch. For twelve hours, in the surrounding country, fall fled, and fell deep into winters sleep. As Jennifer woke from hers, she noticed the...
Sep 5, 2016
Chapter 7 A National Guardsman climbed the bleachers towards Jennifer, Roxy, and the people left in their quarter of the Stadium. “ Jennifer Harrington Jones and Roxy Rosenberg?” “We’re here,” shouted Roxy. “Yeah!” yelled Jennifer. “You have a friend in processing....
Aug 28, 2016
Chapter 6 Stan started hauling the security rope to the top. Stella was cutting out to the back with Ralphie before the soldiers or Sheriff’s posse knew about the unchained rear gate. They’d be our reconnaissance out in the world, when, and if, people were arrested....
