The Cheesy Religion
(A short story by Steven R. Harrel)
Though not surprising, neither Tom nor Nancy could find Shire on any Alabama State map. Nancy did remember her grandmother saying Shire was in the back hills of Southern Alabama, somewhere near or south of Montgomery where her great‑grandmother’s daddy was buried after the Civil War. So, Montgomery Alabama would be Tom’s starting destination.
For the next few days, Tom traveled the highways and back-roads with that Erie voice echoing in his mind. He couldn’t quite shake the overwhelming feeling of being guided by some other-than-natural force. While driving Tom dared not touch the watch in his pocket for fear it could spell disaster, Tom did however clutch the watch to his chest each night before falling asleep.
Tom was three long days on the road before he finally pulled up to the Courthouse in Montgomery Alabama. The pillars at the front of the Municipal-Building made the structure look almost palatial. Continue reading