Month: February 2020 | Page 2 | Nancy Lou Henderson

The Pickup Truck

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in short story | 4 comments

The Pickup Truck Old, rusty, and brown, that’s me. Once long ago, I was a looker before the years got to me. My four tires are nearly slick but patched so many times that it counts as more tread. Sometimes my tires look almost flat, but if you keep airing them up, they’ll get you where you’re going. Lightly pumping my brake pedal will bring you to a nice stop. Slam on my brake, and I’ll keep on a going. Slam again, and I’ll throw you through the windshield. Being a standard, I have a clutch and a long gear shifter on the floor. There is a round ball on the top...

The Park Bench

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What a drab day, Elsa thought to herself as she stood at her office window. Elsa prayed the rain would stop and the skies would clear by lunchtime. The park was her refuge while eating her lunch. Elsa had a favorite bench where she sat, ate her lunch, and watched people walking by while she contemplated her past and hopes for the future. When the train stopped at the right place, Sam got off. He had made this trip so many times in the past that he could probably do it in his sleep. As Sam made it through the rain to his office, he wondered if later in the day the rain would stop and...

The Train Station

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Tom straightened his tie then put on his hat. Why did he have to make this business trip? He hated that Train Station. He only went there when there was no other choice. Memories began flooding his mind increasing his anxiety. She told him she would return, but he had waited hours before a policeman took him away. Elsa put on her hat, coat and walked to her nightstand. She carefully took the picture from its frame, looked at the small boy in the photo then gently put it into her purse. Memories of that day long ago made tears roll down her cheeks. Why had she fallen ill...

The Painter’s Helper

Posted by Nancy Lou Henderson in Eternal Love | 8 comments

In the Fall of 1981, Frank, Scotty, and I moved into our home in Sweeny, Texas. Although we did not know it at the time, it would be our final home together. The house has over 1500 sq.ft., sits on a pier and beam foundation, and the detached three-car garage with a shop and washroom is an additional 1500 sqft., but sits on a concrete slab. The house and garage sit on two & half large city lots, which is cornered on two sides by Avenue A and Orange Street. In the Summer of 1982, Frank and I decided that the house and garage needed repainting. I had never painted the outside of...