Toni’s side hustle as a delivery driver for Sister Sally’s Soul Food Sensations helped her make ends meet but it got quite tense at times. Sister Sally required all of her delivery drivers to complete their mission in twenty minutes or less. While most of the time that was reasonable, there were occasions when Toni would feel the pressure when the local traffic didn’t cooperate.

Like tonight, for example.

Evangelist Otis Chambers liked to pass the time away driving to his next crusade by playing his old Hohner Marine Band harmonica. He loved to play the classic old hymns and reminisce on the days when revivals were anticipated and not endured.

There was a time when churches had a week long fall revival and another week in the spring for revival services. Next to Homecoming services, the revival services were the most anticipated weeks of the church year.

Chet’s job as a NASA aerospace engineer was winding down after 35 years, and his personal mission to complete the time machine he built in his home workshop was imminent. He found himself becoming less passionate about his job and more excited about his hobby turned obsession.

Years ago, he realized the problem with previous time travel enthusiasts…

Sheila was running late for Bryant’s State high school championship game, but she didn’t want to risk running out of gas and missing more than the team introductions. She pulled her Ford Taurus next to the gas pumps at an El Cheapo just on the edge of the city. Her old car was pushing two hundred thousand miles, yet it was still somewhat reliable. Buying a newer car was out of the question.

Clete didn’t realize how brutal the job would be when he was recruited. His peers agreed that he was the hands-down choice to suit up for a fight against the enemy. He wasn’t so sure.

The battle gear was tight, suffocating, and restricting. It smelled of mildew and mold.

“We want Diego, and we want him now,” the sweaty Mexican man said in broken English. His face was five inches from mine. His knife began to pierce into the skin under my chin. My body pressed against the wall. Carla sat on the sofa sobbing. Another one of the three thugs threatened to slap her if she didn’t quiet down.

Moose slowly crept in the bedroom so as not to wake up his new bride. They had been married only two months, and they still had a difficult time adjusting to each other’s schedules. She was always in bed by nine every night. She needed eight full hours of sleep before the alarm sounded at five o’clock.

I never would have purchased this house if I'd known that Dirk McBride lived next door. Dirk was a household name to Major League baseball fans. I'd never heard of him.