Margaret Brennan
Bio
I am a 77-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
Stories (382/0)
THE INHERITANCE - part twenty-two
THE INHERITANCE – part twenty-two ……… Welcome home ++++++++++ Kate felt the pull, a subtle but urgent force that seemed to want her to walk in a certain direction but there was nothing there but another stone wall. Yet, she was compelled to walk towards it.
By Margaret Brennan2 days ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part twenty-one
THE INHERITANCE – part twenty-one ……… Welcome home ++++++++++ He looked into Kate’s green eyes and smiled, while she felt a whirlwind of emotions: excitement, trepidation, attraction. The wanting to flirt and yet pull away fought for prevalence. Her trance was broken by Mo’s words. “Well, then, I’ll tackle the second bedroom and see what needs to be done. I’ve about ninety minutes left before I need to leave but as soon as I take care of Shaun’s errand, I’ll be back. Shouldn’t take me more than two hours.”
By Margaret Brennan4 days ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part eighteen
THE INHERITANCE – part eighteen……… Welcome home ++++++++++ After sharing tea with Mrs. Anderson and Shevy, Kate looked at her watch and said, “Oh, good lord, Mo. It’s after four. We’d better hurry. I’m sure your family will be starving.”
By Margaret Brennan7 days ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part fifteen
THE INHERITANCE – part fifteen……… Welcome home ++++++++++ Seven the next morning, Kate’s phone rang. “Good morning, Terry. It’s a beautiful morning, now, isn’t it? Should I assume my courteous cousin has stopped by for my key?” She made sure he heard the sarcasm in that question.
By Margaret Brennan11 days ago in Fiction
THE INHERITANCE - part thirteen
THE INHERITANCE – part thirteen……… Welcome home ++++++++++ Kate called the local B&B and recognized Martha Anderson’s voice. She’d only met her once when she stayed the night a few weeks before, but Martha had a distinctive but subtle nasal twang in her voice.
By Margaret Brennan11 days ago in Fiction