Carmichael was the sort of man whose thoughts hit his face as soon as they entered his mind. Now his face was a study in frank disbelief. Eyebrows raised, forehead creased, eyes tilted in an interrogatory look that Noah had never seen before. This was a very bad sign. “Is that it?” Carmichael asked. “What…Continue Reading “Unsellable”
The Boathouse is in the park, on the shore of a big lake. The lake is in the middle of St. Louis’ beating green heart: Forest Park. They ingeniously named the lake after The St. Louis Post-Dispatch. They call it Post-Dispatch Lake. Canals creep in all over, flowing into the golf course, and the zoo…Continue Reading “The Boathouse”
A sudden burst of light. A flashback. There sat a man, alive and empty. He felt as though he had lived a lifetime, but not a wrinkle or creaking bone did he own. In the confines of his mind, he strained to concentrate on the faded images, some distant, some moments ago. With the strength…Continue Reading “The Gift”
reckless // true # Fuir Anderson. Swore he washed his hands clean after the whole ordeal in Macau. He made the Daily that day back in ‘18, was a news story to be followed for weeks. Anderson was compelling meat for reporters and readers: a young, terribly attractive mastermind with a troubled past, who managed…Continue Reading “Fuir”
Dropping light as ribbon from the mountain’s crown – a stream, looping and fish-full and beside it, cowslips and bugles and six strides on, a pretty parsonage and twelve more, banks of palisades buzzing with stings wild enough to throw an elephant clear into darkness. Today was an anniversary – four years since Denis had…Continue Reading “The Stink and the Stridency”
I’m getting close. It’s been so long I’ve almost given up, again and again. I don’t sleep because death visits me in my dreams, laughing, white teeth flashing, throwing his head back like it’s the funniest thing in the world. He stalks me in these tunnels, crawls just out of sight. If the tunnel collapses…Continue Reading “The Governor’s Joke”
A simple game. A simple con. It’s well-known, clichéd, and trapped in infamy. It was my living. It became the reason for my dying. # It started two day’s or so journey from here, on the coastal road. Having fled from one town and on to the next, in search of new, fresh “flats”, I…Continue Reading “Seashells from the Seashore”
Jim Finn, the mightiest man in the Yosemite, loved three things in this life: unforgettable feats of strength, safety, and being right. He could stack seven sequoias end-to-end and stir the clouds – for days at a time. Jim Finn could fell fifty-five of the giant trees just by breathing on them and haul them…Continue Reading “Jim Finn, Risk-Averse Lumberjack”