Prowler: Three Haunting Tales

By Michael D. Britton

Three stories tied to a single place of pain. The trailer that symbolizes one man's dashed hopes; the trailer that embodies the torture of one man's abuse; and the trailer that transports a man through time, giving him a most unusual chance to change his destiny. Beware the prowler. It will change your life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Intelligent Life Books
• Release date: Apr 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476367729

Michael D. Britton

Michael D. Britton has been writing professionally for 25 years, including heading up marketing departments, working in huge private corporations, writing for government entities, supporting non-profit healthcare systems, sprinting with tiny tech start-ups, freelancing, and a producing TV news broadcasts in the 90s. His short fiction has received ten honorable mentions in the Writers of the Future contest, among other recognition; and his novels have advanced through multiple rounds of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award in various years. His list of indie-published fiction titles exceeds 65 and keeps increasing. Learn more at www.michaeldbritton.com.

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PROWLER

THREE HAUNTING TALES

by

Michael D. Britton

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Copyright 2012 by Michael D. Britton

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COULDA, SHOULDA, WOULDA

I’ll never forget the day we went down to Johnson’s RV in Grants Pass and picked up Polly.

That’s what Margie called her – Polly Prowler the Travel Trailer.

It was the weekend before the July 4th weekend, 1979. Must’ve been, oh, a hundred ten degrees – heat waves coming up off Highway 199, making everything look like a mirage. The air was filled with the smell of campfire, and the mountains appeared through a thick haze, since half the Siskiyous seemed to be on fire, with air tankers flying overhead every half hour to dump water on the flames like bombers.

We started to wonder if there’d be any natural wonders left to take the trailer to.

Bill Johnson was a friend of mine from back in the day, and I’d recently hooked him up with a mortgage for a new place he was buying out on the Rogue. His RV dealership was the biggest in Southern Oregon at the time, and we took all afternoon to walk up and down the rows of gleaming campers, trailers, fifth wheels and motor homes.

For Margie, Polly was love at first sight.

Three-tone paint in marigold, white, and a thin strip of brown along