JT EVERGREEN SHORT STORIES

Karl Malone woke with a start and sat up in bed, breathing hard, his pajamas were soaking wet. He threw the bedcovers off and put his legs over the side of the bed.  The clock on his nightstand glowed 2:15. The hall light came on.  “Dad?” “It’s ok, Sweetie.” “Nightmare again?” “Yeah. Did I wake Sonny?” “Yes, but I told him to stay in bed.  He’s worried, and so am I. Can I get you anything?” “No, I’m all right. Just going to sit here awhile. You go back to bed.” “Call me if you need anything.” “I will. Thanks, Kathy.” He rubbed the back of his neck and put his head in his hands. ‘What in the world is she trying to tell me?’ He hadn’t told anyone the truth of the matter because it was so strange. His dreams had been of Hilda, his late wife. It was the same dream over and over. ‘Find it.’ She kept telling him, ‘Find it.’ ‘Find what?’ He couldn’t imagine what she was referring to if it really was Hilda trying to communicate with him. But why? She wa...

My name is Dan Martin. Yesterday I experienced what appeared to be a normal event, a yard sale, until I realized how extraordinary it had been; the lingering effect of which shall influence the rest of my life. It was Saturday morning as I stepped out onto the front porch of my cottage with Charlie, my golden retriever, and took a deep breath. It was a perfect day for a long, leisurely puppy walk, and it was also a perfect day for a yard sale. It seemed as if everyone in the neighborhood was having one. As we strolled down Evergreen Avenue, we stopped first at the Clausing’s and chatted with Margaret and Myra Lee for a few moments. The items they had on display were hand-crafted and quite beautiful but were of little interest to me. I did take a sample, maybe two, of the chocolate chip cookies they offered to entice would-be buyers. After that, Charlie and I paused at a few more sales and spoke with neighbors briefly before continuing our walk. Most of the stuff being offere...