Prairie Medium, supernatural stories
Prairie Medium, supernatural stories
Late for breakfast. It is almost 9 AM; the turkeys are late this morning. There are only two on the snow-covered hay stacks. The others are still roosting in the nearby cottonwoods. With dormant branches reaching high above the stacks, the birds watch the eastern sky for the warmth of the sun to touch their […]
Between the Seasons We are on the cusp between seasons, from Autumn to Winter. In Nebraska, we have entered the snow and cold, with an occasional rain season. Here, the wind blows constantly, sometimes gently and other times with gusts from the sudden heaves of breath that the sky exhales as it sighs. I wonder,