• Ordinary people. Extraordinary romance.

    Ordinary people. Extraordinary romance.

Orange Tree. AtoZChallenge. www.cherylsterlingbooks.com

#AtoZChallenge April 17, 2018. Orange Trees

Orange Trees. AtoZChallenge. www.cherylsterlingbooks.comTwilight’s founders’ landscape choice of orange trees pays off.

 

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Follow me as we visit the not-quite-normal retirement village of Twilight, Arizona, where reality clashes with the unexplained.

Orange Trees

“Do you have enough, Liv?”

Olivia Harding ignored the sarcasm of the octogenarian approaching her at the After Light Recreation Center.

Hortense Oakley continued her slow path to the table where Olivia sorted oranges culled from trees in Twilight, Arizona.

“Sure are a lot of oranges,” the old woman said as she picked up a discard. “Why do you need so many? There’s more than enough to share.”

“Do you want some?” Liv asked, tired of the invasive questions of the elderly who thought they had the answers to everything.

Not that I can claim differently. She often had to bite her tongue from interfering in her daughters’ lives.

“Me?” Hortense sniffed and dropped the fruit. “They’re too sour for me.”

“You and everyone else, which is why the donations outnumber those that are taken home.” She glared at the old woman, daring her to punch holes in her logic.

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No Trespassers Allowed. #AtoZChallenge. Supernatural tales. www.cherylsterlingbooks.com

#AtoZChallenge April 16, 2018. No Trespassers Allowed

No Trespassers Allowed. #AtoZChallenge. Supernatural tales. www.cherylsterlingbooks.com Resident Norm Holloway’s anger at a local trespasser crosses the line in today’s supernatural story, No Trespassers Allowed.

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26 posts. 26 days. And 26 letters of the alphabet, one post beginning with each letter, in April.

Follow me as we visit the not-quite-normal retirement village of Twilight, Arizona, where reality clashes with the unexplained.

No Trespassers Allowed

Norm Holloway slammed his hand against a metal fence post. The impact reverberated down the chain link surrounding Twilight Lake.

“Damn trespassers,” he growled, watching the stranger, holding aloft a string of rainbow trout, walk to his SUV.

“There’s not much you can do, Normie,” said his fishing buddy, Pete Blanchard, as he removed his bait and tackle from his truck bed.

“This is our lake, stocked with our fish, for our use.” Norm stared daggers at the SUV as it backed out of its parking spot and spun onto Eagle Way Blvd.

He noted the Arizona plates and license number, FISH4ME. Hmph. The asshole not only trespassed onto a private lake, he boasted about it as well.

“You got a solution?” Pete waited for him while they collected their gear then they set out for their favorite spot.

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Meals on Wheels. #AtoZChallenge. www.cherylsterlingbooks.com

#AtoZChallenge, April 14, 2018, Meals on Wheels

Meals on Wheels. #AtoZChallenge. www.cherylsterlingbooks.comTwilight’s Meals on Wheels’  #1 Volunteer experiences difficulty helping himself.

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26 posts. 26 days. And 26 letters of the alphabet, one post beginning with each letter, in April.

Follow me as we visit the not-quite-normal retirement village of Twilight, Arizona, where reality clashes with the unexplained.

Meals on Wheels

Mickey Meadows stopped his car in the Sutton’s driveway and pocketed the key. At seventy-two, he took longer than he used to get out, but once he had, he opened the back door and removed a container. Holding it in one hand, he pressed the doorbell with the other.

“Meals on Wheels,” he crowed through the steel security door.

A minute later, Dale Sutton opened the door.

“Morning, Mickey,” he said, standing back to let the other man in.

Mickey stepped into a room that never failed to amaze him. Dolls of every size and shape lined the perimeter and flat surface. Shelves took up three sides of the room, all filled with dolls, sitting, standing, leaning, and boxed in display cases.

It gave him the creeps, but he’d never said a word to the owners.

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