Sophie discovers Bucklen’s salve and Schult’s trailers on her travels in 1936. www.kaarinadillabough.com
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A doorman almost scares off a prospective guest with his tales about the haunted hotel. www.kaarinadillabough.com
I based this tiny tale on a postcard from 1906, the lovely Maud Muller and a bittersweet poem. www.kaarinadillabough.com
The plot thickens as more family members get involved in the drama. www.kaarinadillabough.com
Eva sits down to write a postcard to Roy, and issues him an ultimatum. Another tiny tale in Postcard Vignettes. www.kaarinadillabough.com
When Eunice follows up from her original postcard and arrives in New York City, she creates a trail of mystery soon to be solved. My latest post in “Postcard Vignettes” www.kaarinadillabough.com
Eunice sits down to write a postcard to her girlfriends, describing what she calls “the most important step in my life.” Another tale in Postcard Vignettes. www.kaarinadillabough.com
I don’t know what I was thinking.
She was a right smart looking gal, and a good dancer too.
But whatever possessed me to propose to her after just a few dates?
When Ethel takes a trip to London, she hears more than she bargained for. When she meets with Misters Percival and Cecil Sands, she is regaled with a tale that raises her eyebrows.
I set my suitcase down and look around the room. One bed. One lamp. One washbasin. One chair. One dresser.
A window opens out to the sight of huge grain elevators, and I realize that’s where I’ll be working in just a few days.
The railway line runs right past and soon the back-breaking work of loading the cars will occupy my days.
But my nights?
They say the saloons here are full of fighting and gambling and drinking and women, and I’m all for that. Except for the women, of course.
I left behind the only woman for me. Miss Anglin. Margaret. Read the rest of the story at “Postcard Vignettes”.