The Widow’s Web

The neigh­bor in the house next door, on the oppo­site side of the Smiths was a wid­ow in her mid fifties. She went by: Miss Lil­ly. She wasn’t from a hol­low in Ten­nessee, but you get the descrip­tive gist. She was a chain-smok­er and had a wrin­kled hard face. She...

Canal street continued…

I was in six­th grade inter­me­di­ate school at Saint Boni­face. It felt like mil­i­tary school with a bar­rage of rules and reg­u­la­tions to deal with: White shirts- tucked in, navy blue tie and slacks, black shoes. Hair/bangs trimmed above the eye­brows and ears....

Canal Street

PART TWO: WILLIAMSPORT TO WILIAMSPORT A light rain began to fall as I quick­ened my pace, head down, in a use­less attempt to out­run it. The wind blew hair across my face as I searched for a rub­ber band in my pock­et to tie it back. I looked up uneasi­ly and didn’t...