Madrid Iowa Orchard Owners Stand Against a Counterfeit Prophecy for Two Thousand Twenty Six

from the wooden dipper, thick and clear as amber, catching the winter light that filtered through the lace curtains.

“My lawyer called while we were down by the creek,” I said, setting two mugs of hot tea on the table.

Evelyn looked up, her glasses slipping down her nose again as she sliced a small block of cheese. “What did he say about the civil suit?continue reading …