My journal of big words and pretty pictures
More of Andrew's story... When Clay Grainger walked out of Woodson State Penitentiary, a gleaming black Escalade with heavily tinted windows was waiting in the parking lot. Grainger carried an orange trash bag, the same bags work inmate crews used when picking up trash along the highway. Filled with what few belongings he managed to … Continue reading The chase begins
More of Andrew's story... For nearly two decades, Clay Grainger sat in a tiny 6X9-foot cell, surrounded by bricks and steel - no privacy, no secrets. His neighbors heard every fart, every sob, every nightmare. It wasn’t enough that he hit his worthless attorney where it hurt the most. Killing his women was only the … Continue reading Man on a mission
Capt. Poppy Spector carefully guided her craft toward shore, focusing on finding any kind of shelter from the building storm. After so long adrift, finally nearing solid ground left her shifting between joy and panic. Her legs and arms, the muscles atrophied from disuse, trembled in anticipation. The ship’s hull scraped against the sandy shore, … Continue reading A salt life
More of Andrew's story... A scruffy grocery delivery man loitered in the hallway, teetering on the brink of passing out at any moment into a drug-induced euphoria. “You are far too good at your job, stop it,” Roni said when she answered the door. “You’re creeping me out.” Mayfield morphed before her eyes. The disheveled … Continue reading Shell of a man
More of Andrew’s story… Unlike her first meeting with Madam Weronika, this time Nori met the self-professed psychic at a local coffee shop. Neutral ground after their last session at Nori’s sister’s kitchen. “Call me Roni,” she said, standing up to shake Nori’s hand. Settling in with her cup, and bag of teenage mementos Weronika asked … Continue reading Mind games
More of Andrew's story... The second stage of grief is anger, and that is where Andrew lingered, unable to work his way toward acceptance. Having lost the two people he loved most in a heinous, and still unsolved, murder, Andrew depended on that anger to get him through his day, subsisting on the emotion as much as … Continue reading Second stage of grief
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