Tag: 1942 Dodge WC-40

Part II of a two part tale of fate by mistake. The road to Saint-Martin-du-Pin was marked by hedgerows that looked like sleeping giants. Somewhere, a cow bell clonked once, then decided against it. The blackout lights were little moons in their own right, enough to keep him between the ditches. He shifted the way…

Part I of a two part tale of fate by mistake. On the afternoon the Japs hit Pearl Harbor, Fort Stockton gathered on the courthouse lawn like the wind had pushed them all into one corner of the world. The radios hissed and popped, and Pastor Peterson prayed loud enough to make the pigeons crouch…