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by Jaelle Terrell Wayne pulled over at the edge of the cornfield.  He killed his pickup and turned off the lights.  “Get it.”  She pulled it out from under the seat. It was a book.  Wayne’s father was the town librarian and he drafted Wayne to help him last Saturday. Continue Reading

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By Jaelle Terrell It was about 7:00 on a Friday, and the light rain stopped as dusk began to settle in.  He was still wearing his red Lowe’s vest as he drove down the divided road.  He admired the big stone church on his right. “St. John and Paul.” “I’veContinue Reading