Messages from Henry

A Novelette by Rebecca Scarberry

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2012 by Rebecca Scarberry All Rights Reserved

Published by Rebecca Scarberry

Smashwords Edition


The first thing I notice when I walk out onto my wooden front porch is the silence. The birds, normally tweeting away as they hop from branch to branch in the cedar tree above my bird feeder, are nowhere in sight. Not even a buzzard flies overhead, in search of its morning feast. I feel a strange tension in the air.

I sit down in my rickety pine rocking chair, bundled up in my puffy down jacket on this chilly November morning. Cinnamon, my longhaired orange cat, is startled by the loud creak of the chair. She runs out from under the chair, sits under the table and gives me a sneer as though I scared her intentionally.

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