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The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 29
“Hold it—dreams?” Ringo said. “Better to tell me about them now.” My head was still reeling from the revelation of the sinister figure of...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 28
I slept hard that night. Harder than I had since this whole escapade began, despite the musty canvas of the cots and the echo of the...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 27
As interesting and provocative as Ringo’s story was, Dimity and I had come from a long road trip and we were yawning heavily. We tried to...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 26
Ringo’s Story A shaft of moonlight from the high window mingled with the candlelight and draped the walls in shadows while...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 25
The room was cloaked in shadows when we opened the door. Our journey back across Ohio, north into Michigan, all the way up to a Chippewa...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 24
In a single motion I reached my hand into Dimity’s bag, pulled out her gun and marched toward Lorenzo, lifting the barrel toward his...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 23
Just as I had never believed in ghosts, monsters or the bogeyman, neither had I ever believed in guardian angels. That was all the stuff...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 22
I awoke to breakfast smells wafting in from the kitchen, sauteed onions and garlic, fried potatoes, and smoked meats. Outside there were...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 21
The letter fell from my hand onto the floor. I gazed at the ceiling for a moment in a state of mild shock. I was already dealing with the...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 20
I was at my home back in Ohio where the backyard was lush with new springtime grass and wildflowers. Water still dripped from the tender...
