Mackie checked his watch. Three minutes to 7:00 p.m. He hoped she would arrive soon. Mackie was a punctual person, and he appreciated that trait in others. Sipping a chilly amber beverage from his glass, Mackie glanced up at the wall-mounted bar clock. 6:57 p.m. at the 9N Bar and Grille in Iverhill. Another sip.…
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A revision of my original 1985 college senior thesis; a fantasy novel about a 1970’s low-minor-league baseball team and the discovery that one of its members may have come from another time.
Christmas in Iverhill: Left Behind on the Ark
Sunday, December 16, 1973. Miss Smetana dipped the blackboard eraser in water, then wiped down the blackboard. Streaks of drying shale replaced her chalk-outlined notes of scripture and verse. She had to do this after every Sunday class. The religion classes at the parochial school adjoining the Church of Most Pleasant Blood were shared with…
Read MoreChristmas in Iverhill: A Broadcast for Shauna Moire
December 17, 1973. To listeners, Shauna Moire started her radio show at 9:00 p.m. “Shauna Moire.” Even the name itself wasn’t all true. She signed her paychecks as “Sandra Moyer,” answered to her mother and father with that same name. But on the air, she was “Shauna,” a name evoking sunshine and sandy beaches and…
Read MoreChristmas in Iverhill: Three Bird Houses
Saturday, December 22, 1973. “Why are you wasting your time?” “I’m not wasting my time,” Benny said. “Nobody’s going to want them,” his older brother Sammy chided. “They look old and ratty.” “I don’t care,” the ten-year-old boy sparked back. And with that, he walked out of the house, and placed the last wooden birdhouse…
Read MoreChristmas in Iverhill: Merry Christmas, Steve Kaplan
NOTE: To read Chuck Miller’s book “The Robins of Iverhill: A Minor League Fairy Tale,” as well as the short stories in the “Christmas in Iverhill” series, visit this link. Friday, December 21, 1973. He could smell the perfume-scented Christmas card the moment he opened his mailbox. And he smiled. He knew it was from…
Read MoreChristmas in Iverhill: Santa Claus is Cool
NOTE: To read Chuck Miller’s book “The Robins of Iverhill: A Minor League Fairy Tale,” as well as the short stories in the “Christmas in Iverhill” series, visit this link. Saturday, December 15, 1973. “I can’t find them, Ann, I can’t find them!” “They have to be where you last left them last,” Ann called…
Read MoreFather’s Day in Iverhill: 1:35 a.m.
Terry Wallis didn’t want to come back. Not now. Not for this. But the nightmares of what happened nearly forty years ago were still haunting him. Haunting him over and over, the whispers and the screams and the fists and the traumas. He thought it was all done. He thought he was gone. He thought…
Read MoreThe NYADP Journal: An “Iverhill” story finds a new home!
For those of you who are fans of my Iverhill fiction series – either the baseball fantasy novel The Robins of Iverhill: A Minor League Fairytale or my holiday-themed Christmas in Iverhill series, I have some good news for you. One of my Christmas in Iverhill stories from last year, “The Note,” has found a…
Read MoreChristmas in Iverhill: The Last Shot of the Iverhill Feltons
NOTE: To read Chuck Miller’s book “The Robins of Iverhill: A Minor League Fairy Tale,” as well as the short stories in the “Christmas in Iverhill” series, visit this link. Monday, December 17, 1973. Jean Paul Harpiet laced up his skates one more time – left skate first, as tradition and superstition commanded. Then the…
Read MoreChristmas in Iverhill: Sleeping with Gretchen Peters
NOTE: To read Chuck Miller’s book “The Robins of Iverhill: A Minor League Fairy Tale,” as well as the short stories in the “Christmas in Iverhill” series, visit this link. Thursday, December 20th, 1973. If Frank Osterman hadn’t arrived at Iverhill’s only late-night tavern, the 9N Bar and Grille, he might not have even volunteered…
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