Last Word: Lost Ones

Most of us went to college together, and we were an odd crew. James was a tae-kwon-do instructor who ran his own martial-arts school in town. Kelly told me she was a witch in both the religious and supernatural sense. Ron one night confessed to me that he was a vampire, but in more of a religious sense than a supernatural one.

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Last Word

To get to where we live, you take a county road that’s paved for 3 of its winding miles up a mountain before becoming gravel about half a mile from our acres. The house is a hundred yards or so off the road and is flanked by fenced pastures. Several goats we don’t own roam…

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Last Word

As I exit the plane and enter the terminal, everything’s quiet and still. Airports are usually such a flurry of activity, travelers flowing in every direction. But at this particular minute on this particular morning, nobody appears to be in a hurry. Within seconds I realize what’s happening: In a case of surreal timing, at…

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