The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits.

Yet, it is not ghosts haunting this quaint dusty village.

The true spook of Miners Hill is one Owen Grabbler. A very much alive rambling drunk rancher who wanders over the hill on his horse to talk to them.

“The spirits let me see spirits. Know what I mean?” Grabbler shouted to the ghosts he knew were avoiding him.

Owen stood outside city hall relieving himself into an old dried up fountain. He fumbled with his manhood and a bottle of whiskey with the same hand while his free arm maintained a questionable balance.

A group of frustrated spirits summoned all their energy to give the drunk Grabbler a little push. Maybe face down in the dirt covered in his own urine would teach him a lesson.

The horror they must have felt when a sharp rock hidden just below the soft dust at the bottom of the fountain made Owen Grabbler their newest permanent resident.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

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May 27th, 2015

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  • Barb Beacham

    I love your story Danny! The reason one should not mess with “nature” is that things can go very wrong as did for the spirits in your story! Thanks for contributing again. One comment about linking to the MFtS page…The link should be to the weekly post. When you link to the page alone, your comment never appears. If you would like to get more traffic, it helps to link to the weekly post. 🙂 Thanks again for your contribution and be well… ^..^

  • Danny Machal

    Thanks for the tip Barb. You are absolutely right! No trackback and you don’t wrestle!

    It just occurred to me that you and I have developed what I call “the mail man relationship.” These are the people in your life that pop up regularly and you are always glad to see them. That familiarity of the small interaction is nice and one of the many spices of life. So thanks for commenting. 🙂

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