A HIT by NATURE A SHORT STORY —by— A James Hindle There was a knock at the door. The dog barked — the cat meowed I went to the door and opened it, but no one was there. I closed it. Confused, I went back to whatever it was I was doing. Strangely, there was another knock at the door. The dog barked again. The cat meowed, and I went to answer the door.…
A Short Story by A James Hindle How can writing be this difficult’? Inspiration had abandoned me. Like my old computer, I frequently required a reboot. I could eat some fatty fish, or I could take a walk and save the upset stomach. I put on my jacket and closed the door behind me. A woodland trail passes by at the back of my property: a zig-zagging animal path, that wanders like a…
A Short Story —by — A J Hindle It was early afternoon in the small town of Johnson County: population 279. The main street could have been a Hollywood set — a time capsule of Wyoming’s Wild West of the late1800s. The only suggestion we were in 1963 was the paved highway that passed through town. Old, weathered buildings lined the short main street: a bank, general store, a hotel and saloon with a hitching rail…