Written by Stephen F. Moloney Having worked up more of a thirst then what she had realised from their trek back and forth from the LaFleur Cabin, and then inspecting the Mustang hidden beneath the workshed, Maggie drained her glass of orange juice in one grateful gulp. “You want some...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “Ok, thanks, Teddy – I owe you one … Alright, man, I’ll talk to you in a few weeks then … Ok – alright, bye … bye.” With Teddy having hung up on the other end of the line, Ray brought his cellphone down from...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “At fixing cars?” repeated Ray, confused at hearing such a request. “Uh … I mean, I know a thing or two – depends on how serious a repair job we’re talkin’.” Again, from the conflicted expression on his face, Ray could tell the kid wasn’t...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “Oh, hold up a second.” For the third time since they’d started walking through the trees off to the left-hand side of the range, Ray came to a stop so that he could crouch down and pluck an old, dirt-covered range ball out from the...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “THACKETT?!! THACKETT, WHERE ARE YOU?!!” An exasperated sigh escaped Ray’s lips as he heard Mr. Denby’s voice echoing around the lofty interior of the machinery workshop. “Back here!” answered Ray, wearily peeling the baseball cap off his head and tossing it into his battered, metal...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney Maggie could feel her mouth getting drier and drier the closer she and Mr. Duggart got to reaching Mr. Thackett’s cabin. To his credit, Mr. Duggart had attempted to keep things light as they walked by talking about how the driving range used to be...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “Just mind your step when you come down the other side here – some of the roots can be a little slippery.” Knowing full well that the sneakers she was wearing offered little in the way of traction, Maggie was sure to heed Mr. Duggart’s...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney Maggie quickly buzzed her window back up as another cloud of rust-red dust came billowing towards her car – how right Mr. Duggart had been. “Now, while there is asphalt in parts on the drive in” he had warned rather ominously just before they left...
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