Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 9… ______________________________________ About a mile or so past the bridge, Route 103 crested the…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 8… _________________________________________ Elizabeth woke to the pounding of bongos in her head, or at…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 7… _________________________________________ For at least fifteen minutes she stood looking upon the face of…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 6… _________________________________________ Though she didn’t sleep for any more than a couple hours that…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 5… ________________________________________ When had they last fought? Of all the things to consume her…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 4… _________________________________________ Beth approached the building with a tinge of anxiety budding in her…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 3… _________________________________________ Darkness fell over the deserted town of Claremont with the remaining sluices…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 2… _________________________________________ Dad shattered the entry door with the butt of his rifle, encouraging…
Continued from A Tourist Again, Pt. 1 _______________________________________ Beth woke to the clatter of metal shelves downstairs. Dad was up…
A Tourist Again picks up in the immediate aftermath of what Bampy calls “Black Christmas” in my novel Fresh Water…