My journal of big words and pretty pictures
My son and I were chatting the other day – telling each other about what our day. I told him that I had come upon a strange occurrence when driving home from running errands. Cop cars… a dozen or more with lights flashing, all assembled at the head of a side road that led to […]
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It would be easy for me to put it down to boredom, but that would be too simplistic. There were complex undertones and shadowy nuances that played a part in all the decisions leading up to everything I did. But, I was too intent and a glaring flaw in my plan was discovered. A flaw […]
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Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time A half-eaten deli sub, still partially wrapped in its butcher paper sleeve, lay bleeding olive oil on Det. Sean Webster’s desk. His rumpled shirt and tie were splattered with the greasy effluence and tiny orts of focaccia dotted the thighs of his dark, too-tight pants. June Chapel sat across from […]
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Previously: Paisley, rosemary, and time Alone in a gloomy room, furnished with a graffiti-etched table and four stained office chairs, Paisley sat the table with a can of flat soda and a bag of stale potato chips. Across the room from her was a large one-way mirror. Watching the girl was a homicide detective and […]
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Up before her parents were out of bed, Paisley sat in a white plastic chair on the patio outside their hotel bedroom. She tried to be very quiet opening the sliding glass door, but it screeled when its rollers skidded across the accumulation of grit in the tracks. Paisley, not big enough to pick up […]
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The good news was that I woke up face up, the bad news was I was alone in a marsh of yellow wildflowers in the middle of nowhere. After wondering where I was and why I was there, I thought that under normal circumstances the tiny daisies were sort of pretty, in a random, out-of-focus […]
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