Excerpt from “Only Time Would Tell” by James Etheridge. Available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/1086015924 It was a Wednesday afternoon in the middle of February. Mrs. Peebles was teaching our class how to read the weather charts in the newspaper. She was young, eccentric and taught geography by having us dance to polka music and Swedish drinking songs. “Now, you will all notice that… Read moreFalse Spring | Part One
Excerpt from “Only Time Would Tell” by James Etheridge. Available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/1086015924 “Okay, here’s the plan,” said Bubba-Bubba. We all looked at each other and rolled our eyes. “We’ll flank out, Billy to the right and Joe to the left. Brooks, Brain and Snail will go in low from the front. I’ll stay back with the Mighty Mo.” Bubba-Bubba envisioned himself… Read moreFalse Spring | Part Two
Excerpt from “Only Time Would Tell” by James Etheridge. Available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/1086015924 That night we went to my grandparents’ house in East Atlanta for supper. Afterwards, they sat around, talked about family and sipped Pepa’s homemade muscadine wine. Pepa sat in his recliner, smoking Camels and stubbing them out in the ashtray stand next to his chair. He’d smoke a cigarette,… Read moreFalse Spring | Part Three
Excerpt from “Only Time Would Tell” by James Etheridge. Available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/1086015924 The next morning Mitch met me in the hall before school started. “Why the hell did you burn down our fort?” he demanded. I closed my locker and said, “Why did you bomb us with clay pigeons and golf balls?” “Well, we didn’t burn down your fort.” “No, but… Read moreFalse Spring | Part Four
Excerpt from “Only Time Would Tell” by James Etheridge. Available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/1086015924 I crossed the parking lot at the Walk Of Heroes Veterans Memorial Park and walked past the fountain at the plaza, followed the path lined with Leyland cypress trees, passed under the stone arch and paused at the statues honoring the five branches of service. I grasped the right… Read moreFalse Spring | Epilogue
