Juanita Pearce
Bio
Mystic old woman in Alaska
Stories (10/0)
Choices
Mable Snider hated these Tuesday morning managers meetings. She ran her hand through her salt and pepper hair and thought, "every job has its drawbacks". The new guy, Tom Stalky, was delivering his first weekly report with enthusiasm and bravado. She was sure it would wear off. Mable would be second to the last to give her weekly accounting of complaints, goals meet, expectations based on future trends, etc. Insurance was so predictable. Like Charlie Brown's teacher "wa, wa, wa, wa, ..." The reports droned on until the word 'Janet blasted her to attention. Janet had been discussed before but now it was suggested the she be moved to Mable's department.
By Juanita Pearce3 months ago in Fiction
But Doctor
"But Doctor, he is not man he use to be! Jillian explained to the marriage councilor as John sat looking down at his hands gently rubbing each other. John had looked up the best in the field. DoctorMax's dissertation had been on PSTD. He truly thought that Doctor Max could help Jillian understand. His hopes were quickly slipping away.
By Juanita Pearce3 months ago in Fiction
Ready for Eternity
Tad and Mike had started out of town as the sun peaked over the ridge and the frost glistened on the balck ribbin that led to Sedona. The brothers carried all their worldly possession on their backs.Their packs and sleeping bags did not encumber them and their lite steps left no trace on the road or on the air. Their spiritual load was also lite. In the sweat lodge they both had had the same vision of traveling to the vortexes at Sedona. On the way there they were to encounters other energies to make them wiser to the ways of survival in the greater world.
By Juanita Pearce3 years ago in Fiction
Vengeance
Jamison, a small thin graying man of 56, lived in the grand old three-story house at the end of the road, near the sharp bend in the Bull River. He had never lived anywhere else. The house, like Jamison, it had a pretentious, arrogant persona. The house had a commanding view of the surrounding terrain.
By Juanita Pearce3 years ago in Fiction
Out of The Box
Out of the Box It should have been a somber moment. Professor Melgowkz was much beloved by his anthropology students and had really added to the prestige of the university where he taught. Most of his peer reviewed papers had been published because he had such a wide range of studies. American Anthropology, Sapiens, The Journal of Physiological Anthropology, Prospectives in Anthropology were just some of the publications that published his papers. Much admired, much appreciated and loved by all but his family. His passing should have made all concerned saying ‘he’ll be missed or such a loss to our college or who will fill ever his shoes”.
By Juanita Pearce3 years ago in Fiction
Reorganization
Reorganization I close the front door. The tase oof bacon and eggs still lingers in my mouth. Thoughts about this morning’s reorganizational meeting seemed to well up in my con consciousness. Change is always difficult to justify to those who don’t want to change. Stepping down from the porch I wave to Jason next door, who as usual, was out fussing in his rose garden….Wait a Minute….Wasn’t his daughter over there yesterday clearing out the house? I must be mistaken.
By Juanita Pearce3 years ago in Fiction