Amos, Molly, and a Mayan Fertility Goddess

He found Molly in the upstairs bedroom she had transformed into something she grandly called a “studio”. She spent most of her time in there these days making weird little clay figures and oil paintings of mountains with big holes in them and cornfields with razor-sharp talons for tassels that blood dripped from the [...]

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Amos

Amos Pepperell stood on the brow of the ridge overlooking his north field at the two men with the transit.  He knew why they were there, so he scowled at them.  “Bastards.”
Across the field from them, behind some bushes, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, then a glint of reflection from [...]

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In the Bushes

In the undergrowth down by the Brewer’s River, Juliette Rose was hunkered face-down with her camera lens sticking through a fiddlehead fern as she took surreptitious pictures of two guys, a length of tape, and what looked like a telescope. You may be asking yourself why. Certainly the young man hunkered next to [...]

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In the Road

Cas stood in front of the Band House with the pack hanging from his shoulder. He had come on an impulse originating from no known source two days ago after a chance meeting with Nikki on the street the week before and a casual invitation she probably forgot about three seconds after it was [...]

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George

George Henderson, 60, single and free-wheeling as a loose gyroscope, barreled up the same road a little later in a truck that had seen its better days many days ago but refused to die out of sheer stubbornness, not a little like George himself. It huffed, it wheezed, it threw bales of black smoke from [...]

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Arrival

On the way up the hill he saw a monk in full costume standing in a rowboat scattering chunks of bread on the still water of a pond. The monk, who was dressed in a long brown burlap robe tied around the waist by what looked like a frayed electrical cord, was a short, [...]

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