By Bob Wood
A deserted old railroad track ran just outside West Point, a small town that reeked of it’s paper mill. The station master was killed there while carrying his lantern; his head being severed from his body, it’s said. Legend has it that late at night, when conditions are right, you can still see the light of his lantern on the track.
High schoolers liked to take dates to seek “The Light” in the gloom; most never did … but pursued other delights. I was enjoying other delights with my date when suddenly she stiffened … and breathlessly exclaimed, “I see the Light!”
The Farmington Writers Circle meets again on Thursday, January 12, in the Entertainmart (formerly Hardback) Café at 7:00 pm. I will be leading the discussion on what I have learned from publishing on Kindle and using their marketing tools. Everyone is invited.
I am pleased to announce that The Chamber Magazine is now live. Issue 1 contains a short story by George Gad Economou, a poem by FRED, and a non-fiction article by John A. DeLaughter on H.R. Giger.
Happy New Year to all my followers! I hope you had a safe, happy, and enjoyable ringing-in of 2017 and that the rest of the year will continue to be as joyful or even better. 😊✌️🥂🍾
