[Cousin Jack]

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Stella noticed him almost at once. On the crest of the hill between her house and Kolb’s cornfield, there first appeared a bobbing head, and then a round headlight. It was a man pushing a motorcycle. As she switched off her morning radio show and wiped her hands dry..........(to read more)



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[Bob W]

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Wow

 

[Panatellos]

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Excellent as always CJ........


One thing brought a smile to my face .......


Outside, the motorcycle engine barked… and then barked again…. She held her breath. And then the engine barked again, and ran unsteadily for several seconds, and died.




without a doubt........ a Harley



Kevin E

 

[lopeha]

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Great story CJ. I've bookmarked your page & will give it a good read.

 

[DeDubya]

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You were there, weren't ya, CJ?

DeDub :18white:

 

[tanygaer]

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CJ, I owe you an apology, I have never found out how to do the images... I will, WILL WILL do it this weekend..

My apologies

 

[Rocketman3104]

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Wow. Wonderfully written CJ. I enjoyed it very much, felt like I was there. I read some of your other stories and you are truly gifted. Keep it up, I love to read them.

 

[wda-83wing]

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yep----again ---a very good read .

 

[AZgl1800]

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CJ has that special knack for writing straight to the heart.

Grabs your chest and pulls it in tight, you can feel the emotions between the characters.

Mel Goudge, you are right there with Richard North Patterson.

 

[The Big Dog]

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Wow CJ, amazing writing, thanks for sharing

 

[Winger77]

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Once again CJ,,,,, absolutely loved it. Like two ships in the night.

I am not generally a reader, but you sir, have a great knack for grabing someones attention right from the get-go.

 

[k1w1t1m]

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A great read. Thank you