Their Stories - Chapters 1 thru 10

By Jan Krupa

Small colonial cemeteries dot the countryside of New England. When I moved to Canton, CT in 2002 I found myself walking my big Black Lab/St. Bernard mix in one of these cemetaries for over a year. The old gravestones inspired writer to do historical research. This quest inspired 40 fictional chapters of which ten (10) are included here. These are Their Stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jan Krupa
• Release date: Apr 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476450230

Jan Krupa

52 years old, born and raised in Northbrook Illinois, and has spent 2 years in Niger Africa as a Peace Corp voluteer. Currently working as a science teacher in Connecticut

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Their Stories: Introduction

By Jan Haller

Copyright 2003 by Jan Haller

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Introduction

Deep in the dark there were owls. They swim up through the liquid air, their wings moving inky black to form ripples in the still of the night. Their voices are echoes. They are two, a pair, yet their intimacy floats on a gentle breeze to open windows. I lay tangled behind one of those windows.

What they say is this. There is a graveyard at the top of this steep hill. There are wisps of heavy air there, in layers, getting denser toward the bottom. The owls warn. Don’t fly low through that field of the upright stones. The wisps hitch a ride.

I listen because I don’t sleep. The owls know the weight of the restless spirits at the top of the hill. The owls know and they tell so to warn. The Great Horned owls know it’s heavier than a struggling cat, to carry the wisps. They know the wisps cover your wings like a fog so you cannot drop them till they let go. They know you cannot eat the heaviness, only carry it till it lets go.

What I know now is that I can understand the owls. I know that there are folks, leaning, waiting for me at the top of the hill. These folks sent the owls. Listen. These folks are here in this dense black night. The dark is too heavy now, there