Author: Elfmeister General

Road To Wyoming Pass “Jeb, I think it’s a good thing you padded that thing with extra blankets.” Brendan was hanging onto what he affectionately referred to as the ‘Oh Crap Handle’ above the passenger door. “Yes, it’s a long … Continue readingRoad To Wyoming Pass

Ssshhh… Trilby was heading for the elevator when she noticed a familiar salt and pepper ponytail. “Phyl?” “Shh!” One of the library assistants hissed. Trilby waved her badge at the girl and knelt down next to Phyllis. “I thought you’d … Continue readingSsshhh…

Cinnamon Rolls Aundrea was rolling out dough for another batch of cinnamon rolls when she heard Jenny talking to a man with a familiar voice. Not Jeb. Probably just a customer. “Sure, she’s right in there.” Salesman? “Knock, knock.” She … Continue readingCinnamon Rolls

Not Romantic, Fickle Love Pastor Greg made his way to the pulpit to deliver his sermon. “And now we come full circle on the Advent wreath. The fourth and final Sunday of this season of penitence and preparation is about … Continue readingNot Romantic, Fickle Love

JEB! WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!? Trilby awoke with a tremendous sneeze. As always, everything was a blur. Even so, this was an unfamiliar blur. In fact, it was a rather drafty, unfamiliar blur. Why was she so cold? Where were … Continue readingJEB! WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!?

Brunch At The Marbury (Part 5) Aundrea was enjoying Pastor Greg’s story about the ice fishing when she noticed a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a hiccup. She turned to see what would make that kind of … Continue readingBrunch At The Marbury (Part 5)

Brunch At The Marbury (Part 4) Trilby was laughing at Pastor Greg’s story about his ice fishing trip during seminary. She was still giddy from sitting next to Jeb. Somehow, the table had arranged itself into a circular version of … Continue readingBrunch At The Marbury (Part 4)

Brunch At The Marbury (Part 3) Pastor Greg stepped into The Marbury. He had gotten through the administrative tasks in record time. He had a notion that Jeb might invite him to breakfast, so he had gotten to church early … Continue readingBrunch At The Marbury (Part 3)

Brunch At The Marbury (Part 2) “Phyl, I don’t know if we should be here.” Aundrea stood on the front stoop holding the door handle as if to open it for her friend. “He invited you to brunch. Don’t make … Continue readingBrunch At The Marbury (Part 2)

Brunch At The Marbury “Did you see him holding her hand?” Trilby hissed in her ear. Marta frowned and adjusted her red cat-eye glasses with the Christmas trees in the corners. They were all the more appropriate since she’d sprayed … Continue readingBrunch At The Marbury