Gravel crunched rhythmically underfoot as Andrew and Rose Jackson walked slowly down the road that bordered the east side of their farm. Overhead, a few clouds floated equally slowly across the sky, while the sun shone down on the endless prairie around them. Hawks soared high overhead while a gang, or more accurately a murder,
The Jacksons – for Jul. 21, 2011
The Jacksons – for Jun. 23, 2011
I have to admit,” Grant Toews was saying as Andrew Jackson set a coffee cup on “ I the café table and sat down in the last empty chair, “that sometimes I’m not sure why I even bother to vote. I mean, why do we even have a government? Aside from wasting our hard-earned money
The Jacksons – for May. 26, 2011
Andrew Jackson looked up from his newspaper as the front door opened and son Randy stepped inside. “Must be something serious,” said Andrew. “You forgot to knock.” Randy kicked off his rubber boots and turned to knock loudly on the inside of the door. “Better?” he said. “Better,” said Andrew. “What’s up?” “I take it
The Jacksons – for May. 12, 2011
The inviting smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted up the stairs to greet Rose as she made her way down to the kitchen of the Jackson house. It appeared that for once she was not the first member of the family out of bed. “Happy Mother’s Day!” Rose’s daughter Jennifer bounced across the kitchen to
The Jacksons – for Mar. 17, 2011
Abitterly cold north wind howled icily across the Jacksons’ yard as Brady Jackson pulled his shiny black Trans Am up in front of his father’s shop and turned off the engine. He opened the door and had to grab at the steering wheel as a particularly violent gust nearly yanked the door out of his
The Jacksons – for Mar. 3, 2011
ou’d think it’s somebody’s birthday or, or it’s Thanksgiving or something.” Jennifer Jackson set a stack of plates down noisily and then began distributing them around the table. “Everyone is here!” “Well it ain’t Thanksgiving or there’d be turkey,” said Andrew, appearing in the doorway, “and I definitely smell roast beef.” He inhaled deeply and
The Jacksons – for Jan. 27, 2011
Snow fell steadily outside. A strong north wind howled around the eaves of the Jacksons’ old two-storey farmhouse, carrying the snow with it across the yard and over the lilac hedge at the south edge of the yard. The drift that had been piling up there since the first snow in late October had finally
The Jacksons – for Jan. 13, 2011
ell guys, another year is shot.” Andrew Jackson leaned back in his recliner and surveyed his surroundings. Various members of the family occupied the couch and chairs and even some of the floor space of the Jackson family room. Some were drinking coffee, Brady had a beer in his hand, and Rose was working on
The Jacksons – for Dec. 9, 2010
Andrew Jackson leaned back in his armchair and gazed intently at the little bundle that lay cradled in his arms. “He’s unbelievably cute,” he said. “Are you sure he’s yours?” Andrew’s son Randy, who was relaxing on the couch, laughed. “He’s mine alright,” he said. “Although I see what you mean. He’s a lot better
The Jacksons – for Nov. 25, 2010
hate homework.” Jennifer Jackson let her head fall forward till her forehead rested on the book that lay on the table in front of her. “Writing essays is the worst.” Rose looked up from her work at the kitchen counter. “What’s the book?” she asked. “Heart of Darkness.”Jennifer raised her head. “Such a depressing book.
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