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The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 13
"There’s just one problem, Bo. We don’t know how to get there.” “We’ll head east and stop to get a map.” “Oh good. So you have some money.” She didn’t wait to hear my answer, which would have been that I had two dollars and fifteen cents. Starting the engine and...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 12
Uncle Ringo pulled up next to us on the motorcycle and removed his helmet. He didn’t bother with formalities, he just gasped with urgency, “Did you get it?” I withdrew the talisman spoon from my pocket and held it up. “May I?” he said. He took the plain wooden spoon...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 11
I was shocked and stunned and a little heartbroken. I spluttered something like, “What? You—? But! You don’t know how to—” “I said get in.” She cast an irrefutable upward glance at me. I started to climb into the passenger seat thinking I might die soon. She had brown...
Interlude – a quick trip to Cancun
Hey everyone! This week I am taking a break from The Saragossa Bottling Company because I am in Cancun exploring venues for a certain 2023 wedding. Adventures? Yes. The first night we stayed in a 5-story stone castle BNB in a Mayan village. We slept under mosquito...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 10
My father related the story to Officer MacAdoo. Mom and the kids were out, and dad was home alone. About an hour earlier, four Frenchmen in black and white striped shirts, red neckerchiefs, and black berets had barged in demanding to know where Reginald was. They all...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 9
I was really starting to get the hang of this car—starting, stopping. We cruised along with the wind in our hair at double the posted speed limit but there was no one around to notice. My anxiety began to turn to joy feeling the intoxication that driving an extremely...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 8
The engine roared to life like a rampant tiger. Birds fled screaming in every direction. Barn cats darted into holes and their blind kittens were sent tumbling. Even the trees wanted to pull up their roots and run, but instead just shivered in horror
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 7
Ringo picked up the kerosene lantern from the table and signaled Dimity and me to follow. He strode over to a storage vault in the dark interior regions of the barn, an area so cloaked in shadows that I had not noticed before. Rotting wood planks partitioned off a...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 6
First, a word about my darling girl because, well, I was fourteen and every moment swirling around in a maelstrom of hormones. The look of fear and the tears streaming down Dimity’s face momentarily brought about a seismic collapse of my basic motor skills. I was...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 5
Uncle Ringo stiffened but said nothing as the two men approached. When they came into our lamplight I saw that the taller one, his upper body approximating a rain barrel, was in a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up and somewhat comically sporting a black...
