Author: Ed Meek

  • Under the Circumstances

    Under the Circumstances

         The doorbell rang.  I got up from my overstuffed chair, put King Lear down on the coffee table and peeked out the window.  It was the mailman.  “Well,” I thought, “service at last.”      I opened the door. It was quite cool and raining slightly.  To keep the chill out, I immediately invited the…