My journal of big words and pretty pictures
More of Andrew's story... Two heads ducked down in their car seats when Nori drove past them and away from the Brownlee house. Mayfield, watching her exit through his side mirror, sat up when she turn the corner toward the highway. Roni, the perfect pastiche of a street corner psychic and full-time, unorthodox undercover agent, … Continue reading Man’s best friend
More of Andrew's Story... Sitting in her car outside of an upscale suburban ranch house, Nori practiced her breathing exercises in an effort to calm her anxiety. She wasn’t sure how Ashley’s mother, Kathryn, would react to seeing her again. When they spoke on the phone, she seemed distracted, giving noncommittal answers to her questions. … Continue reading Daddy Dearest
More of Andrew's story... The drive to the country was spent running scenarios. What to say, what to ask, what to reveal. The last time Nori spoke to Kathryn Ransom Brownlee it was at the funeral of Ashley Ransom - Nori’s best friend and Kathryn’s only child. After the service, Kathryn gave Nori several boxes … Continue reading Sweet talker
More of Andrew's Story... “Did you see the news this morning?” Nori’s sister, Paula, puttered around the living room, fluffing couch pillows and rearranging knick-knacks on Nori’s book shelves. Rolling her eyes, Nori took note of what to replace once her visitor left. “No,” Nori said, “I went out to the jetty to clear my head.” … Continue reading What the water gave up
Several jennies pecked at the ground, picking up stray kernels. The big tom strutted around his harem spitting at Lindy, his tail feathers spread wide, his waddle shaking from his loud drumming, all a display of dominance and aggression. He didn’t like having an intruder in his territory. Lindy ignored him and continued throwing feed … Continue reading Kernel of lies
“Isabelle, I need to settle up my tab.” Stretched out on a thrifty store reject Chesterfield, Isabelle turned a languid eye toward her best client. Draping her arm off the narrow edge, she rummaged through the red foil wrappers in a nearly empty box of chocolates searching for any leftover cordials. “It’s a sizable account,” … Continue reading 99 lead balloons
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