Blood was dripping from somewhere near my left eye. I was seven years old and lying face up on the kitchen table of our farm home. I wanted to sit up. Dad told me to lie still on the oilcloth that covered the table. Mom was at the wood stove waiting impatiently for a pan … More A Close Call
I could argue, unfairly of course, that my friend Mike was responsible for me sending a runt pig to market so I could get a bike, just like his. You see, Mike had shown up at our one-room country school with a magnificent bicycle. It was red, with bright chrome on the handlebars, pedals, tire … More The Runt Became A Bicycle
Matthew was almost five and very tired that evening as they crossed the lake on the ferry heading home. Slumped between his grandparents, he clutched a large red fire truck they’d bought him earlier that afternoon. The toy fire truck gave him comfort – it was well past his bedtime and Matthew was homesick. Almost … More The Ferry & The Fire Truck
Not many broken bones get credit for buying a house. But that’s just what happened. It all began with a brand new relationship. Jamie and Paige were living in different cities. They were single, newly retired and looking for companionship. Each had decided to try meeting someone online. Long story short: from the moment they … More The Broken Bone That Bought A Home: A Love Story
James Osborne Novels 