Short Stories, Memories and Other Stuff

A Collection of Stories, Memories, and Poetry By Crista Goble Bromley

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A Collection of Stories, Memories, and Poetry

By Crista Goble Bromley

Step into a world where past and future collide, where personal reflections weave seamlessly with the limitless bounds of imagination. In Short Stories, Mem

ories and Other Stuff, Crista Goble Bromley presents a captivating collection of short stories, cherished memories, and evocative poetry.

From the reaches of deep space to the quiet corners of everyday life, these tales explore the extraordinary in the ordinary, the heart in the unknown, and the beauty found in fleeting moments. Whether delving into the realms of science fiction, capturing the depth of human experience, or painting vivid landscapes with verse, Bromley’s words resonate with emotion, curiosity, and wonder.

A journey through time, memory, and possibility—this collection invites you to explore, reflect, and dream.

Table of Contents

Flowers Always Make Her Happy

“SAIN ET SAUF”

The Clockmaker’s Gift

Romo Sector

Memories

A Christmas Memory.

The Growl

The Flood

The Store

Vacations

Other Stuff

FVN

The Lay of the Fari

The Lay of Lovers

Old Moon and Little Star

The Mountain

Brothers

From "The Flood" (A true story)

"Now, the water inside the car was over my ankles. I had been afraid, but now I was terrified. Ever since I was a little girl, I had recurrent nightmares that I would die from drowning. I thought about my family; my kids. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was praying. The car kept moving forward, but I knew it was probably only a matter of time before the engine stalled. Fortunately, the windows were the crank kind, and I felt I could roll one down. I wondered if I would be able to climb out onto the roof. And if the water went higher than that, what then? There were no other cars on the street much less any people. If I could just get to the freeway!

The car kept moving forward, and I kept praying. Finally, I recognized the turn that would take me to the freeway. I began to cry in relief, but my relief was short-lived. From the intersection and down the roadways on either side were stalled and partially or fully submerged cars. They were backed up the freeway ramps for as far as the eye could see, bumper to bumper. And none of them were moving. My heart sank."