Death Had its Grip
By Sue Cass The Man stands gazing out across the barren, dry parched desert floor. A slight breeze kisses His sweaty neck and feels refreshing. He reaches back and lifts His hair up off His neck and gazes up at the sun. He drops His hand and turns to gaze at the...
Taking Care of Legalities – A True Story
By Sue Cass No jury sits in this court room. No spectators fill the room. You won’t hear whispers echoing across the isle. The silence is almost deafening. Only four people will be in this trial. At one table, facing the Judge is the Defense Attorney and the accused....
The Potter
By Sue Cass As the sun rises announcing a new day to face, the screen door slams as her night guest slips out. Crushing the cigarette into the ashtray and shoving the now empty whiskey glasses aside, the woman shoves her chair back from the table in disgust. She...
The Little Red Tractor
By Sue Cass The day was sunny, few clouds in the sky. The woman stands looking out at the lush green trees and the path her husband had labored to make winding its way to the flowing creek at the back of their property. They had made a small beach area next to the...SUPPORT MICHAEL SNYDER FOR CONGRESS
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