Your three words, my little story
Carolyn’s words: Grace, Jewell & Nell

 

 

Special note: Grace, Jewell & Nell are sisters. Each one of them are very special to me and I carry them deep in my heart. One is my Mom, one is Carolyn’s Mom and the other one is Butch’s Mom. The story is fiction, but the Adam’s sisters are real and have all passed away.

 

I will not treat the sisters special in my stories, but like all the other residents of, “Sloan”, they’re good people.

 

 

They were raised in the hills of the Appalachian Mountains. Each one of them left home before their twenties to raise their own families. After their husbands passed away and the children left the nest, all three moved to Sloan. They pooled their money together and bought a house on Main St. across from, Judy, the librarian. Judy had no siblings or children and her husband was also dead.

 

 

The Adams sisters were known throughout the county as very caring, loving ladies, that had a gift with a deck of cards. Rook was the main card game in Sloan; and the sisters learned that game the moment they were old enough shuffle a deck.

 

 

GRACE and JEWELL were partners on Mondays; NELL and Jewell were partners on Wednesdays; Judy and Jewell were partners on Fridays. It would have been easier for Judy if one of them was her partner all the time; however, it didn’t matter to the sisters because they played the same style all their lives.

 

 

Judy never had a sister; now, she had three. It was four of a kind. Where you saw one, you saw four. They were thought of, as the Sloan Sisters.

 

There will be more of Adam’s sister in the future

Your three words, my little story
Gwyn’s words: innocuous, glare & copacetic

 

George, Wally and Popper normally sit under the shade tree in front of Popper’s apartment building. They didn’t sit there everyday, but often enough to become a sidewalk fixture on the west side of the park.

 

They were an INNOCUOUS group of older men from Sloan; they didn’t bother anyone, except for Betty. She worked in the diner on the other side of the park; so, they flirted with her all the time. She loved the attention.

 

Betty walked out of the same building Popper lives in and asked, “How you fellas doin’?”

 

Wally said, “Everything’s COPACETIC Betty. What’s happening in your neck of the woods?”

 

“Did you all hear about the body behind the clinic?”

 

George said, “Not much, but we did see the Sheriff and the ambulance across the street the other day.”

 

Popper said, “We couldn’t see much, because of the GLARE coming off of my car. What happened?”

 

“Don’t know guys! Dr. G found a dead guy next to the dumpster, that’s all I know.”

 

“Who is it?”

 

“Some stranger from Wilson. I do know that much.”

Your three words, my little story
Joyce’s words: magnolia, well & conure

 

Joyce has many hobbies, but her favorite is horticulture. She lives in a one room shack just north of the Bayou. She’s not Cajun, but her food and most of her plant life are.

 

People come from all over to see her grand MAGNOLIA Tree. It stands thirty five feet tall and just about as wide and is placed perfectly in the middle of her front yard. It’s the only thing in her front yard except for the grass, perfumed air and her mail box planted next to the gravel road.

 

Her favorite place is several hundred feet into her back yard. She loves strolling past her WELL house and down one of her many rambling paths filled with flora, while picking weeds here and there.

 

There aren’t a lot of Pear trees near the Bayou, but Joyce has one that attracts all kinds of birds to its to foliage. Her favorite bird is the cinnamon green-cheeked CONURE. Between the pears and the strawberry patch she has many parrots in her fragrant landscape.

 

Your three words, my little story
Lori’s words: tiger, diploma & houseplant

 

Lori was so proud of her DIPLOMA. She put a lot of time and effort into graduating at the top of her class. Getting her degree early worked well in her plans. Now she could open the first Veterinary shop ever in the sleepy little town of Sloan.

 

She had all kinds of plants at home, indoor and outdoor. At the moment there was only one HOUSEPLANT in the office. Hanging her diploma over the plant was great. It added a little of her decorator back ground to her new digs.

 

It was two days before she got her first phone call. She answered saying, “Lori’s Veterinary Services, what’s your critter?” She was so tickled, she couldn’t hardly contain herself. Her first customer was on the phone.

 

He said, “ My name is J. J. Johnson and I have a feline problem.”

 

“What kind of cat is it?”

 

“A TIGER. It’s a small one though.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“I’m messin’ with ya. I have a two year old calico and there might be something wrong with his man parts.”

 

She immediately saw dollar signs, because the vet bill on a male calico can get high. Especially if it suffers from Klinefelter’s Syndrome. “When do you want to bring him in?”

 

“Is tomorrow at nine am alright?”

 

“Let me check the calendar.” She knew she had no appointments yet. “Just so happens tomorrow at nine is open Mister Johnson. Let me get your phone number and the Calico’s name.”

Your three words, my little story

Brian’s words: pizza, house & 57 Chevy

 

The other day Brian was meeting his friends at the PIZZA parlor for lunch. He had to walk, because his truck was in the shop having a Flowmaster Dual Exhaust Kit installed. He’s been saving for months and couldn’t wait to hear the new sound.

 

He walked down the stairs and out of the HOUSE, then took a right toward the square. It was a beautiful Sloan Sunday, so he knew the old man would be on his bench to the right reading his paper and Margret would be on hers to the left crocheting and feeding the pigeons.

 

He walked between the two of them, past the Diner, Clinic and into the run down building on the corner. Everyone was at their booth and his soda was already on the table. Pizza hadn’t come yet though, no matter how hungry he was that didn’t speed up the oven.

 

A couple of hours later Brian rode with his friend to get his 57 CHEVY. After hearing the beast like rumble, he felt it was well worth the hundred and fifty dollars for the new pipes. Next comes the paint.