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Story of the Month

This week featured story is "The Christmas Engine"

if you enjoy these snippets, the full stories are available by emailing me.

“Lemme down, lemme down!”  A small voice demanded and small fists pummelled at the thick wool jacket his older brother was wearing.

            “Nope,” came the firm response. 

            The snow on the sidewalk had turned to a brown sludge that was deep enough to cover boot tops on a four-year-old.  The street was awash with mud and melted snow, which splashed up at passers by as wagons and horses made their way down the main thoroughfare.  Adam had no intention of allowing his little brother to get wet or dirty.  He knew if he did it would be an invitation for a lecture from his stepmother and things had been going well between them recently.

            Joe continued to struggle and pointed toward the brightly lit window of Cass’s mercantile.  “Wanna see…” he shouted.

            Adam was reluctant to move from his position on the corner of the street.  He could see both ways here. It was important to keep an eye out for his stepmother’s emergence from the store, but even more important, to see the door of the dress shop halfway down the side street.  The sixteen year old wasn’t interested in dresses but he was interested in Jennie Morton who had just disappeared inside.  With two weeks to go before the church Christmas social he wanted to be sure she was his date and had not accepted an invitation from one of the other boys’.  He’d been trying to catch her alone all week but she was either in class or with a group of giggling girls.

            “Adam, wanna see!”  Joe repeated loudly as he struggled to get out of his brother’s arms again, giving a firm kick to Adam’s midriff.

            “Stop it,” Adam responded giving his little brother a shake. 

            Hoss had been standing with his nose pressed against the window but at Joe’s shout and Adam’s angry response, he turned around.  “Lemme have him.  We can look in the window and wait for Mama, and you can go make eyes at Jennie Morton.”  Hoss grinned.  He’d been waiting all week to tease his older brother about his latest obsession.  Adam was a great brother and companion most of the time but girls were becoming more important to him than brothers lately. 

            Adam glanced between the stores and he was sorely tempted.  He’d only be a minute and what could happen in a minute.  Past experiences and one look at his little brother should have warned him but the pull of Jennie’s blonde curls and china blue eyes was too great.  “Okay, but don’t let him get down on the sidewalk and call me if Marie finishes her marketing.”  He handed the wriggling bundle over to Hoss who carried Joe to the window.  As soon as he had handed over his charge Adam headed down the hill and out of sight.


Second story choice "The Unreachable Star"

This one is still a work in progress, as it has been for about five years!  But I do plan to get back to it soon.  This is for those who have asked when it will be available, just to prove it does exist!

             Bill didn’t take offence but grinned and continued talking  “I’m going south to get some sun.”  He said quietly.  “A couple of friends will be coming back with me I hope and I might need your help.”
            Adam looked up, startled.  “You mean...” he stopped realising that even in the almost deserted cafe someone might overhear.
          
            “It’s getting harder since the court case and this particular couple have special problems.  I have to get them to Canada and you can check out the route to Malone for me and the border posts while you’re there.  I’ll tell you what to look for and maybe you can help me when I have to move them north.”  Bill kept his voice low but there was no one to hear him. 
          
Adam simply nodded, his heart beating faster at the thought of what might happen if they were caught.  He had never done anything like this before and it felt exciting, a new adventure to be embarked upon with enthusiasm.  The abolitionist movement was becoming more vociferous and demanding every day.  Only last week he had narrowly missed being involved in a riot at a public meeting.  It was becoming harder not to be seen to take sides, you were either for or against slavery, there was no middle road it seemed.
     
            Bill got up and dropped some coins on the table.  “I have to get back for a lecture and so do you but I’ll be in touch when I get back from my vacation.” 
          
Adam followed him deep in thought and almost bumped into Hal as he crossed the yard to his classroom. 
            “James asked me to give you this.”  Hal spoke breathlessly as if he had been running.  He dropped his eyes to the ground.   “He’s… well, he’s had some bad news from home.”  He stuttered. 
          
Adam tore open the note and read the few stark phrases set out in James’s untidy scrawl.  It said very little, his father had died suddenly and James had gone home.  Adam gasped as he read it and looked enquiringly at Hal.  “When did he hear this?"  He asked.
 
          
“He got a wire about an hour ago, wrote this and another note for his tutor and went to the train depot.  Do you think there’s anything we can do?” 
 
          
Adam shook his head.  “Take notes for him, I guess.  But he may not come back, it’s a big farm and someone will have to run it.”
            Hal almost laughed.  “Not James, he has no plans to be a farmer.”