Douglas W. Bowers

The Woods

By Douglas W. Bowers He could make out the trees along the side of the dirt road, but just barely.  Some light must have filtered through the clouds.  He could also hear the wind scrape along their empty limbs, covering up the some of the sound of his footsteps on the soft dirt.  But the [...]

24Feb2012 | | 1 comment | Continued

War Victims

By Douglas W. Bowers Tom Bernhardt was puzzled when he first received the invitation from Dr. Conners, but subsequent phone calls eased his mind. Tom had been at the University for only a few months, but his reputation working with the Department of Defense earned him and his family an evening with the chair of [...]

15Feb2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Death by Water

By Douglas W. Bowers   Mike couldn’t believe how warm the Florida water felt on his toes.  The rare times he had been in the ocean were on the Western side of the country.  He could get used to the chill of the Pacific, but the water rolling onto the Jacksonville’s McNichols Beach did not [...]

31Jan2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

SELLING OUT

By Douglas W. Bowers   The loose gravel crunched beneath the BMW’s rubber.  Elizabeth sat in her car long after she cut the engine, wanting to cry more than anything.  Before her, framed by the windshield, stood the two-story farmhouse where she grew up.  Her childhood was painted white with green shingles that probably needed [...]

30Jan2012 | | 0 comments | Continued