Collection of Action & Adventure Short Stories. A Rainy Night
in South Florida - The rain pelted Mira with fury as she struggled
against the angry wind. It was the worst storm to hit South Florida in
several years, but Mira’s thoughts were not on the raging storm. Had it
only been six years since that night? That awful sound of screaming
tires and the crunch of metal as the car she was riding in slammed into
the rear of the tractor-trailer. She was only ten when it happened but
could still hear the sound of her screams as her mother’s blood soaked
through her white cotton dress. Mira became a ward of the state that
fateful night, just another number in the foster care system. The Long
Journey Home - Sally sat motionless, staring out the window. Red and
gold leaves danced in the wake of the bus as it sped along the highway. A
burgundy stocking cap pulled low over her face all but hid her blonde
hair. Fall was Sally’s favorite time of year, but today her mind wasn’t
on the beauty of the countryside. How could things change so completely
in such a short time? A tear spilled over and ran down her cheek. Her
thoughts took her back in time to a different bus ride, just six weeks
earlier. Bell Mansion Dragon - Kate’s heart beat faster as she
approached the house. The old elm tree still stood tall and defiant
against the cloudless sky. She had taken refuge there many times
underneath the canopy of leaves. Her knees became weak as she saw the
figure seated in the shadows beneath the tree. He turned looking deep
into her eyes. Something there made her shiver. It seemed he was
searching her very soul. What was he thinking? For years she had
reminded herself every day of how much she despised John Bly. He was an
evil man who seemed to take pleasure in causing others grief. However,
what she saw today was a wasted, bitter, individual who could not
possibly understand her reason for coming here. Strange Beachcomber - I
was about to open my book when a movement in the corner of my eye
captured my attention. It was a young girl, perhaps ten or so, she sat
cross-legged at the edge of the water. Her long dark hair was pulled
back into a ponytail but small wisps fluttered around her face. She
seemed very intent on what she held in her hand. A few moments later she
reached for her small sand bucket and dropped her item inside. I
surmised it must be a shell. Suddenly her face broke into a huge smile
and she started running toward an approaching figure. “Grammy, Grammy,
look what I found, tell me what this one says.” Family Traditions - The
old cabin was still standing. Not much to look at, just a small
rectangle about 26’ x 26’. There were two rooms down and another two
upstairs. The walls were covered with old newspapers. A little creek ran
alongside the cabin and it would get very cold at night. The cracks in
the cabin wall let in the cold air so grandmother would paper the walls
with newspapers. She was resourceful always finding a way to accomplish
what was needed. I think some of that spilled over on me.My brother and I
lived here with my grandmother, Abbey. She could be very ‘contrary’ at
times, as Aunt Mary put it. Yet she taught us to recognize and enjoy the
real treasures of life. I wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck and
started back down the road. Leaving made me sad. Soon there would be no
signs left of grandmother’s way of life. History of a time my children
and grandchildren would never know. Our world is ever changing but
family traditions help keep the memories alive.
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