FINDING BARBARA

“Did you hear the news today, Dear?” Albert asked his wife as he sat down to their Sunday brunch of goldenrod eggs.

“Fae Paddy? Aye, sure Eh did. He stopped by here whilst you were at the pub.”

“Did he now?”

“An auld bampot he is. Blethering away. Cannae wait ta share bad news. He stood on the step, grinnin’ like an arse, and jumpin’ round foot ta foot like a wee boy needin’ ta pee.”

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Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.

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Ann James

Ann James

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.