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... 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
I mentioned to some friends that lately I’ve been feeling out of sorts, and thought maybe my thyroid levels were off. I have Hashimoto’s which means that little butterfly shaped gland in my neck is a slacker, and doesn’t work so well. My regular physicians moved, so I was meeting a new doctor on Tuesday … Continue reading Armed for battle
More from the Dinner Party... Small stainless steel bowls lined the kitchen counter. Filled with meticulously cut up vegetables, each morsel was uniformly diced into bite-sized pieces. Mr. Stiles was fastidious about his meals. His aversion to outré textures exacerbated his pseudodysphagia. Jasper, his concierge and executive chef, knew his way around both a kitchen … Continue reading Holes in your story
More from the Dinner Party An excited murmur swept through the room. George Vernon remained unmoving at the head of the room, trying to stare down their host, Augustine Stiles. House staff moved among the crowd passing out heavy parchment notecards and Meisterstück pens. Stiles’ concierge, Jasper, stood slightly behind his employer’s chair, an empty … Continue reading If wishes were caterpillars
The room was dark, the blinds drawn against the dawning light. Trying to move, Pauley’s arms and legs were lead. In her dream, her screams were shrill, terrified. Her husband snored softly beside her, oblivious to her cries for help. Trying once more to cry out, she struggled against her immobilization. Her dog, reacting to … Continue reading Calling it a day
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