In a desperate attempt to save the GB today... chime in after each installment and I'll consider your ideas for the continuing story, or nominations for posters and the characters they should portray.
brew gets to be the main character because she generates views/posts like nobody's business.
It was a quiet evening in the small Texas town, and the air was thick with the perfumes of the day's labors gone by. Up and down the street, roasts were being pulled from ovens as dinner time approached. A farmer burned mesquite trees in his pasture. The grass had been cut and the neighbor's little yellow lawn sprinker rat-tat-tatted its rhythm over the distant roar of the highway over the hill. Brew made one last quick whip of the broom to exile the dust from the front steps, rested the handle against the frame of the front screen door, and wiped her hands on her apron as she took in the view of a setting sun behind a cloudless summer sky. For the first time in a long time, she felt a little flutter in her heart that told her she was home.
As the screen door slammed behind her, Brew took off her shoes and placed them on the little tiled area by the door before stepping onto the worn shag carpet. She untied the apron and hung it beside the old green refrigerator as she walked by, and reached for a clean glass from the shelf over the sink. As she filled her glass from the slow kitchen tap, she caught herself glancing over to the hutch in the adjoining dining room. One of the bottom cabinet doors was cracked open ever-so-slightly, a clue that it held an object just larger than was intended. She turned off the tap and walked toward it, standing before the pre-war buffet that once likely held a proud collection of wedding china, but whose racks above now set empty in front of the mirrored backdrop. At her knees was that barely-open cabinet, parted less than the width of the door so as not to reveal its contents, but still betraying that something lay within.
She wrung her hands and glanced over her shoulders before crouching down to the cabinet and reaching for the small brass handle.
I have an idea where it's going, but suggestions welcome, of course.
Probably a bit long, but I wanted to set it up. I'll make future installments shorter.
brew gets to be the main character because she generates views/posts like nobody's business.
It was a quiet evening in the small Texas town, and the air was thick with the perfumes of the day's labors gone by. Up and down the street, roasts were being pulled from ovens as dinner time approached. A farmer burned mesquite trees in his pasture. The grass had been cut and the neighbor's little yellow lawn sprinker rat-tat-tatted its rhythm over the distant roar of the highway over the hill. Brew made one last quick whip of the broom to exile the dust from the front steps, rested the handle against the frame of the front screen door, and wiped her hands on her apron as she took in the view of a setting sun behind a cloudless summer sky. For the first time in a long time, she felt a little flutter in her heart that told her she was home.
As the screen door slammed behind her, Brew took off her shoes and placed them on the little tiled area by the door before stepping onto the worn shag carpet. She untied the apron and hung it beside the old green refrigerator as she walked by, and reached for a clean glass from the shelf over the sink. As she filled her glass from the slow kitchen tap, she caught herself glancing over to the hutch in the adjoining dining room. One of the bottom cabinet doors was cracked open ever-so-slightly, a clue that it held an object just larger than was intended. She turned off the tap and walked toward it, standing before the pre-war buffet that once likely held a proud collection of wedding china, but whose racks above now set empty in front of the mirrored backdrop. At her knees was that barely-open cabinet, parted less than the width of the door so as not to reveal its contents, but still betraying that something lay within.
She wrung her hands and glanced over her shoulders before crouching down to the cabinet and reaching for the small brass handle.
I have an idea where it's going, but suggestions welcome, of course.
Probably a bit long, but I wanted to set it up. I'll make future installments shorter. 
