Previous / Next The Common Market Written by Terry Howard Grantville January 1635 Genucci’s Funeral home Vernon looked over the full house at his wife’s funeral. The place was packed. Juliet, his daughter-in-law, sat between him and Zane holding Vernon’s left hand in her lap like Melvina so often had. He’d put his hand there […]

Previous / Next McAdams’ Blue Cheese Mine Written by Terry Howard Grantville, late summer 1635 James Lamont, formerly of MacKay’s company, looked at the curb and sidewalk outside the grocery store with a grimace and swallowed. Step up, or walk thirty feet to the driveway, then thirty more back to the door? “Okay, James,” he […]

Previous / Next Dafydd and Goliath Written by Terry Howard North Anglesey Coast  of Wales, August 1635 Squire Dafydd Jones sat at dinner wearing a new velvet jacket over a shirt of the finest linen. The silver on the table sparkled from having been polished and repolished. The finest of everything he had graced the […]

Previous / Next A Gentile in the Family? Written by Terry Howard Late winter 1635 “Sarah? Just what do you think is going to happen when your father finds out?” Rivka asked as they left the grade school. She was one of those precocious little girls who behave like they were born twenty years old […]

Previous / Next And That’s How the Money Rolls In Written by Terry Howard Hours later, after the poker game broke up, Janos was still waiting in the kitchen. Arch Pennock thought he’d gone on home after all the dumplings had been finished by the ravening horde that was his poker buddies. “Mister Pennock,” Janos […]

Previous / Next Golden Corn—A Tale of Old Joe on the Mountain Top Written by Terry Howard “It’s the first of May and there’s snow on the ground.” Old Joe had talked to himself all of his life. Now with his wife gone he was living alone in a house accustomed to keeping two or […]

Previous / Next E. Coli: A Tale of Redemption Written by Terry Howard Ken paused in front of Jimmy Dick barely long enough to say, “Incoming,” before moving down the bar and taking shelter in the back room. Jimmy glanced in the mirror to see his ex-wife, Bina Rae, framed by the early afternoon sun, […]

Previous / Next The Old Gray Goose Written by Terry Howard GrantvilleThanksgiving, 1635 “Why are you not happy, Herr Benito? We have a half day off.” The new butcher’s helper, Hans Knefler, glanced over at the man he’d been assigned to work with out of the corner of his eye as they walked home from […]