Henry Buckler had never caused any trouble before. This morning, however, he stormed into the dental office and straight to Anita’s desk. “Mr. Buckler,” the young, petite nurse said pleasantly, looking up from her paperwork, “I don’t recall you having an appointment today.” “Is Bernie in?” he asked tersely, clearly agitated. “Why, yes. He’s –”…Continue Reading “Choppers”
It had been a long day, and Hobson was glad that Mr. Weems would be his funeral home’s last client of the evening. The man was thin – approaching gaunt – and well dressed. He wore a bowler hat, which he took off to greet his host, revealing a thinning head of blond hair. Over…Continue Reading “Burying Uncle Gustav”