My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time The best time to search for seashells is after a big storm, after torrential winds and surging waves churn up debris from the ocean floor. Whole shells and a myriad of fragments littered the beach, scattered over the sand like so much discarded chaff. Paisley and Jane walked along the … Continue reading Broken seashells
Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time Several days worth of newspapers were stacked in a neat pile on a small hotel table as Boris carefully leafed through each one looking for any mention the recent deaths of a tourist couple. Since the first small blurb the day after he killed them, there had been nothing new … Continue reading Sharped dressed man
Previously: "Paisley, rosemary, and time." The view from the top of the wheel was dizzying. Boris would go to the pier to ride the Ferris Wheel when he needed time to think. When he first arrived in the city, he made friends with Robbie, the ride operator. Boris would slip the carny a $50 and … Continue reading A view from the top
Previously: "Paisley, rosemary, and time." Several brand-new fashion dolls lay scattered around the corner of the hotel room. Paisley had undressed and dressed the dolls for an hour. She sat in a pool of sunlight spilling through a sliding glass door that led to a green lawn. Beyond the boundary of the grass, a swimming … Continue reading Child’s play
Previously: "Paisley, rosemary, and time." Homicide Det. Sean Webster and June Chapel, social worker and advocate for Paisley Fleming, sat in a police interview room comparing notes in the investigation into the murder of Selene and Todd, Paisley’s parents. The couple, found dead in their hotel room, had been poisoned. Their daughter was a material … Continue reading Stone cold killer
Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time Episode written by: Lance Burson The briny, fresh smell of a Florida Gulf Coast beach bringing on memories of being a little girl vacationing with her parents distracted Millicent as she walked into the hotel room. She gagged then murmured "I can taste the E. coli, I'll do this quick … Continue reading The lingering taste of salt
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