Tag Archives: Lillie McFerrin Writes

The Worst Kind of Thievery

Posted on July 9, 2015 by Kate Loveton

“Mrs. Noble, I want you to look closely at each man and let me know if you see him,” said Detective Scott, “and take as much time as you need.” Fear made me clutch the plastic cup tightly and the water began … Continue reading →

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The Electrifying Dorinda

Posted on July 2, 2015 by Kate Loveton

The first time I met Dorinda she was appearing in Phineas Todd’s Circus of Wonders, sporting an electric crown and tresses that danced like flames about her beautiful face. She was breathtaking, my electrified Dorinda, charming the rubes; charming me … Continue reading →

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A Whale of a Tale

Posted on June 25, 2015 by Kate Loveton

I’d just polished off my sixth Budweiser and was half-asleep when I felt someone plop down in the sand beside me – a beauty with sea-green eyes and white surfer girl hair that rippled like waves around her hips. “Well, hello, beauty,” … Continue reading →

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Traveling Companions

Posted on June 13, 2015 by Kate Loveton

“You’ve got spunk, kid, I’ll grant you that,” said the grizzled old man, watching the boy jump onto the boxcar just as it gathered speed. The boy, thirteen and covered with grime, said nothing, content to stare at the old man while moonlight … Continue reading →

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Diversions

Posted on May 28, 2015 by Kate Loveton

It began innocently: the little trysts, occasional diversions, that quickly became something more. Theirs was a secret romance, one that softened the harsh edges of her desperate life. Before meeting him, that life had been a string of gray, hopeless … Continue reading →

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Boys Will Be Boys

Posted on April 22, 2015 by Kate Loveton

From the start, Enid realized there was something not quite right about Ralphie, but her husband, George, always looked the other way, saying “Boys will be boys.” Later, psychologists attributed the worsening changes in Ralphie’s behavior to George’s sudden, unexpected demise; … Continue reading →

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Not a Vindictive Man…

Posted on March 16, 2015 by Kate Loveton

“I’m not a vindictive man, Joanna, but understand me when I say I can make your career – or break it,” said Edward Pennington Bradford IV, accepting a second whiskey. Saying nothing, Joanna watched the silver-haired executive knock back his drink in the … Continue reading →

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Decision Time at Hyde Park

Posted on February 14, 2015 by Kate Loveton

“Eleanor, let him be” commanded the older woman, “and begin to accept that he’s an invalid now!” Ignoring the gloomy advice offered by Franklin’s mother, Eleanor concentrated instead on the man propped up in the bed and staring silently out … Continue reading →

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Bedtime

Posted on February 2, 2015 by Kate Loveton

He placed a gentle kiss on top of her silvery head, then roughly wiped at his tears with the heel of his hand. “So, old girl, the doc says our journey’s over and it’s time for us to part.” His … Continue reading →

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Once…

Posted on January 26, 2015 by Kate Loveton

There used to be parties here, wonderful parties. Beneath bright chandeliers, beautiful girls and handsome men once danced with gay abandon, their peals of laughter floating out into the cool, velvety darkness. That was before the Great Conflict. Now the … Continue reading →

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