North. South. East. West. Wherever you call home, you’ll find it here. Gaze on city lights sparkling below. Hear the sounds of a country night. Feel the touch of an ocean breeze. Discover the familiar as new again. Gifted communicators in this short story collection create short stories to delight and inspire.
An Oklahoma boy climbs a tower in search of true courage. A nurse in New York finds hope in the grace of a child. A husband in the Ozarks catches “the Big One.” A young girl on the Wyoming prairie prays for the impossible. This short story collection includes “The Day The Wind Stopped” by Stephen Bly and “Cicely’s Hats” by Janet Chester Bly. Tales From Home short story collection compiled by Editor Karen Ball.
Excerpt from “Cicely’s Hats,” pg. 79, by Janet Chester Bly:
On the June morning that Neoma Hocking and her grandchildren left St. Joseph, Missouri, no one saw them off. They loaded Hank’s extended-cab truck and fifth wheeler with vacation gear and drove a determined route up Highway 29. Past twisted hollers, rocky terraces, and thick forest fences, the familiar scenes of home to Neoma. Now home was a retreating landscape in her rear-view mirror. A shell of a house with all the furniture stored and only a phone still hooked up.
Excerpt from “The Day The Wind Stopped,” pg. 115, by Stephen Bly:
Sina Marie peeked out through a crack in the unpainted back door. She gazed at the distant Wind River Range, just within view. The gray, predawn sky blued even before the sun rose high enough to break across the cloudless Wyoming sky. Dust swirled around sage that lapped up on the bare backyard of the boarding house like summer waves along Lake Michigan. The scattered, short-limbed junipers seemed to shiver even though the dusty air felt hot on Sina Marie’s face and hands.
I’ve been in Wyoming for sixty-two days and sixteen hours and the wind hasn’t ever stopped blowing. There can’t be this much air in the whole world. Maybe it’s gone all the way around the earth and is coming by a second time. If I had a pink feather I would toss it in the air and count how many days until it lapped the globe.
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