Garry Hill
Stories (3/0)
The World Ended With Her Last Breath
As he sat in the driver's seat of his pickup, Jeff took slow shallow breaths. His eyes struggled to focus as he stared at the empty passenger seat. He would never see Pam’s beautiful smile radiating from that spot ever again. He would no longer hear her nag about his fast driving or the way he would tailgate slow drivers just before he changed lanes and sped passed them. Pam would never assume control of the radio stations again. Sometimes he would get irritated when she would change the station in the middle of a song he liked. But, now that was one of the things he would miss the most. His other half, his better half was gone and he has no idea how he will be able to go on without her. For the past twenty years, she was the right side of his brain. She completed his thoughts and filled in the blanks of so many things he would forget. How can he live, much less breathe without her?
By Garry Hill3 years ago in Fiction
The Ties That Bond Us
Kadriana struggled as she tried to peddle her way through the four inch layer of pebbles that covered the path like a stream of water. Finally she hopped off the bicycle and pushed it up the gravel road to the abandoned single story brick home. It was isolated on a side road about a mile away from the interstate. It’s only neighbors were abandoned pump jacks and mesquite covered fields. From the position of the Sun she estimated it to be around 7 pm. But, in the middle of June that West Texas heat was unrelenting even into the late hours of the night. The 24 year old hoped she could find something to quench her thirst and help her rehydrate, and maybe get a little sleep before she hit the road again. She had been on the road for three days now as she headed for Pecos, TX in search of her mom’s relatives.
By Garry Hill3 years ago in Fiction
Blessed By The Sins Of A Father
BLESSED BY THE SINS OF A FATHER Like most of America, I spent the better part of 2020 trying to find projects to occupy myself while I tried to keep isolated from the rest of the world. One of those projects entailed digging into my family history. Both my parents passed away years ago but I still recall tidbits of stories my mother passed on to us. Luckily for me, my sister actually jotted down some notes pertaining to these long lost ancestors.
By Garry Hill3 years ago in Criminal