by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 23, 2019 | Christmas
Her picture was ragged around the edges. Brittle from the freezing temperatures. Fading from being carried in his pocket. But it still warmed him to look at her. Rose. A summer flower. A fragrant, beautiful flower. In his mind, he was walking with her through the...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 16, 2019 | Christmas, Uncategorized
This short story is dedicated to my friend, LuRhe, in loving memory of her daughter, Jacinda Edwards Stetler, who was a devoted and beloved teacher. Tommy was dirty. His overalls were ragged. His hair had a cowlick that sprouted like new alfalfa on the back of his...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 9, 2019 | Christmas
The day Sally Anne Jenkins stepped off the bus carrying her red suitcase, the world turned upside down. “That’s Bobby’s girl.” The townsfolk said. “Cutest couple you ever did see. And then he went and got himself kilt over in the war. Over there fighting the...
