Beyond the Point
Short Stories
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From the story; "Stillman's Run"
The leaves of fifty autumns had fallen when Bird left
Asa. She had been a faithful and a caring wife every waking hour of her exixtence. When she slipped away into the blackness of death, she slipped as stealthily as though she was passing through a primal forest.
Two winters later, in early March, when the angel of
death hovered over Asa in the cold bedroom of his spacious home, the old veteran welcomed the white specter. As the delicate tips of the angel's wings caressed his wrinkled cheek before enfolding the old farmer's soul for the flight to heaven, Asa rejoiced. The passage through the white gauziness to the brilliant light would join him once more in a gleaming home with his loving White Bird.
From the story; "The Sea Shell Frame"
"Where's DeMarco?"
"He's out in the shed trying to get your car running."
"Damned fool." Em muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"The back door swung open followed by the sound of
shoes being tramped free of snow.
"Jesus Christ! It's worse than I thought out there."
"Told you it was bad, didn't I?"
"Shut up!" Demarco unwound a scarf from his neck and commenced to brush the snow from his coat collar.
"And did you get the old girl started?"
The hoodlum flung his overcoat over a kitchen chair.
His hands were greasy and a thin trickle of blood streamed
from a knuckle on his right hand.
"I tried everything. Heated the tips of four of the plugs, drained the crank and heated the oil on the stove, even used the dry cell off your radio to turn it over. Not a damned thing worked."
"You are a hard man to convince, DeMarco. I told you
that the car was put up. It was put up for a reason."
The burly man sprang at Emmit like a caged beast, clutching him by the throat whith his dirty hands. As the fingers tightened on the tendons of Em's neck, Bernice entered the room and shouted; "Stop it, Vinny! You're going to kill him!"
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A terrific pounding on his farmhouse door shakes an old man, widowed and alone, from a fitful slumber. From out of the swirling snowflakes of the worst storm in decades comes a menace that the aged farmer is ill prepared to deal with. “The Sea Shell Frame.”
Lyle Wingate III sets off in his 1974, MGB for a cross- country trip to
Asa Breen hacks out a farmstead on the trackless
Boys struggle to reach manhood and deal with the pitfalls of decision-making and romance in the stories entitled, “A Catfish is a Plain Damned Wonderment, The Rookie, and The Senior.”
Ed LeCrone produces a collection of eleven short stories that are filled with twists, intrigue and unexpected endings in his second book; “Beyond the Point.” LeCrone’s writing style harkens to earlier American authors namely: William Faulkner, Edgar Allen Poe, Mickey Spillane, and the lesser-known Ambrose Bierce. LeCrone attacks the pages of each story with memorable characters and full, meaty descriptions of the environment in which they exist.
About the Author
Ed LeCrone delves into the literary field utilizing the printed word rather than his more accustomed painted media in order to express himself.
Born and reared in
Retired since 1993, the author spends his time with his writing and painting as well as pursuing side interests that include antique firearms, automobiles and airplanes. Travel and wildlife observation are also wedged into his busy schedule. His first book, “The Grave on the Point”, was published in the fall of 2005.
LeCrone, and his wife, Darlene reside in rural