Return to Wolf Creek

Wolf Creek. A week later. Another Friday evening picnic alone. It’s a little cooler and far more windy. Last week sound carried on the air. Tonight it’s only the sound of the wind through the tall Southern pines that shelter the point.

I’m listening for the sound of the kitten.

Nothing.

There’s no . . . → Read More: Return to Wolf Creek

The Ghost Cat of Wolf Creek

Last night I may have heard a ghost.

I was enjoying cool breezes and Taco Bell at the Wolf Creek picnic area at Crab Orchard Lake when I heard what I thought was the mewling of a kitten. I couldn’t quite convince myself that it was a kitten, however, although I have seen a . . . → Read More: The Ghost Cat of Wolf Creek

3154

The office was empty. No one should have been on Extension 3154, and yet there its light was lit on my switchboard. Who in the hell was back there? . . . → Read More: 3154