Stories by: geedda

The Silent Swing… George E Davis aka geedda  I waited in Miss Shaw’s math class room on the second floor; staring out the window onto the playground, focusing on the swing where Eric Green, the school’s most notorious bully …

Death of a Dreamer; The Conclusion… George E Davis (aka geedda) If you have been following the life of Eben Wetstone, Amos Field’s fictional detective, you know he has helped Amos become a first class author. You also know Amos …

“I found a copy of this book, Death of a Dreamer, by Amos Field,” the first responder to the home of Lester LeTarte said to his assistant. “Don’t look like the old man bothered to read it, there’s dust on …

Desire, The Two Edged Sword… George E Davis One bright, sunny day many years ago, I, being only eleven at the time, spotted a piece of silver metal, its reflection nearly blinding me. I bent down, picked up the object …

Death of a Dreamer… George E Davis Baker Books rejected my favorite short story, the one about the detective with one leg longer than the other. I thought… still think Eben Wetstone would have made a great detective regardless of …

Ansel and Cecile Blankenship had the most beautiful daughter upon which one could feast his eyes. She is five feet seven inches tall, thin as a rake with the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen, offset by ruby red …

I wanted to please my mom, it was an act of love.  Mother took the car into town to get her hair done for the wedding that was coming up on Saturday.  It was my older brother’s marriage to his …

Did you ever wonder what happened to canvas sneakers, the ones that sold for $2.98 a pair?  Where the yellow went when the snow melted? Or, did they ever find Baby Jane?. These are a few questions left dangling with …

The waiting room was not that crowded.  I sat waiting to see the doctor.  What’s the holdup?  It was eleven forty five.  My appointment was for eleven o’clock.  I had read the newspaper.  I also read two People magazines, one …

My stomach is so delicate Rolaids give me heartburn.  For fifty years, I could eat anything I wanted at any time of the day or night and go to bed and sleep like a baby.  Now, at my age, things …