Hot sunshine beat down through the side window of Andrew Jackson’s pickup truck as he drove into town and pulled into a parking spot in front of the café, right next to Grant Toew’s old Silverado. He shut off the ignition and stepped out of the truck just as a gust of hot wind blew
The Jacksons – for Sep. 10, 2009
The Jacksons – for Aug. 27, 2009
“Man, is it hot.” Jennifer Jackson rolled over on her beach blanket and rested her head on her arms as the sun beat down on her back. Jennifer’s mother, Rose, looked up from the book she had been reading as she lay stretched out on her lounger. The shouts of children playing in the water,
The Jacksons – for Jul. 30, 2009
Andrew Jackson looked up from the newspaper he had been reading at the patio table that was set comfortably in the shade of the new umbrella canopy on the lawn in front of the Jackson house. A hot summer sun beat down on the grass around him, shadowed only occasionally by one of the few
The Jacksons – for Jul. 16, 2009
Brady Jackson’s black Pontiac Firebird slowed down as it pulled into town, the engine growling as Brady shifted to a lower gear. The car turned right at the first intersection and rumbled slowly past the neat well-kept houses that stood on both sides of the tree-lined street. Halfway up the street the car stopped suddenly,
The Jacksons – for Jul. 2, 2009
Spring in Manitoba is like childbirth.” Rose Jackson leaned back in her lounge chair, closed her eyes, and let the bright afternoon sun beat down on her as she spoke. “The longer it takes the more it hurts and after awhile you begin to think it’s never going to end, and then suddenly it’s over.
The Jacksons – for Jun. 18, 2009
“ You don’t look happy, honey,” said Andrew Jackson, leaning back in his chair as he made this observation. His wife, Rose, sitting across from him at the dining room table, took a look out of the window before she replied. “It’s probably just the weather,” she said. “I wouldn’t be surprised. I’m kind of
The Jacksons – for Jun. 4, 2009
Dust billowed behind the black Chevy Camaro as it sped along the dirt road heading towards the Jackson farm. Brady Jackson kept the gas pedal down, enjoying the warm wind gusting in through the open T-roof and the music blaring from the speakers as he drove. When he passed the row of trees that his
The Jacksons – for May. 21, 2009
Are Brady and Amanda coming for dinner?” Jennifer Jackson set the salad bowl on the table and turned back to the kitchen counter where her mother Rose was busy mashing a large pot of potatoes. “Yes, they are,” Rose answered without pausing in her work. “They should be here any time.” Jennifer reached over to
The Jacksons – for May. 7, 2009
Soft clouds hung lazily in the sky above the grey-brown landscape of early spring. A meadowlark flew from its perch on a fence post beside the old dirt road, a yellow flash in the sun that settled quickly on another post further on, and a moment later its bright song echoed across the field. The
The Jacksons – for Apr. 16, 2009
Rose Jackson stood in the kitchen looking out the window as the rain pattered lightly against the Jacksons’ house. Three days earlier the entire countryside had been blanketed in fresh snow, but two days of 9 temperatures and a little rain had left only a few patches here and there not yet melted. Once again,
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