When I was a boy, there was a bridge on the west side of town. Euless was the name of the town. The bridge used to cross the Red River and connected Euless to the banks of Grant County. This river was also the boundary of our county, Hood County.

When I was twelve, I decided I wanted to check out this collapsed bridge at the bottom of a river. I wanted to explore this forbidden zone to see what hidden treasures I could find down by the river.

On the other side of this bridge was another small town called Villa Rica. During the civil war, this bridge was under constant attack. The two cities had chosen opposite sides of the war. My town, Euless, had chosen to support the Union troops, while Villa Rica had chosen to support the Rebels. … Read More »

A plane flew overhead, it chopped the clouds behind it as passed.


Clint Peters stood in his front yard and watched as it traveled into the path of the sun staring as long as he could. Squinting into the light, Clint wondered where those people were going and if they were looking down at him. He was looking up from his huge farm,  his place in the country where he had everything he needed including food, water and electricity. There was no need to ever leave. He was content in his isolation and only went to the city to get the occasional entertainment. He wondered if they looked down at his home in the middle of nothing and thought of peace and quiet.

This made him grin a little on one side of his wide yet thin-lipped mouth. He … Read More »