My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Spring was in the air. A gentle breeze had set the tender green buds to trembling. A shudder of delight rippled across my skin and ruffled my hair. I breathed in the sweet perfume of newly opened flowers, an intoxicating scent that left me giddy with anticipation. Shimmering hummingbirds buzzed past my head, intent on feasting … Continue reading Spring breeze
It started simply enough with a call from an aggrieved citizen. “I was robbed!” After a telephone interview with the alleged victim to gather necessary information to begin an investigation, the detectives met to brainstorm. A rookie deputy knocked on the conference room door to report that the stolen property they were discussing was already … Continue reading Farmer Johnny
The island guard went house to house rousting drunken vacationers from their debauchery-induced stupor. Curses met any demands to search the property, which were answered with force, as the guard tossed shocked suspects through the tropical hued doors of their bungalows. The revelers gathered at the water’s edge as they watched the guard storm their … Continue reading Behind door No. 4
Nannie MacGill, the iconic septuagenarian and public face of Nannie Mac’s Oatmeal Raisin Cookies, sat ramrod straight in the witness stand. Her face expression-less, save for the pencil thin line of her tea rose-pink lips, Nan endured the prosecutor’s questions with silent outrage. “You expect the court to believe you had no knowledge of what … Continue reading Proprietary information
Taking a steadying breath, I stood. I could feel the sweat soaking through my shirt, and was glad for my dark suit jacket. A trickle ran down my spine, pooling in the hollow of my back. I gripped the edge of the table in an effort to keep my hands from shaking. Nothing calmed my … Continue reading Gazing into the abyss
He hated calling her, but his captain liked the good press she brought the department when solving difficult cases. He couldn’t deny she got results, but it confounded him how she did it. He was follow-the-rules analytical, black and white, right and wrong. She went into the in-between, walked in the creases where light was … Continue reading She’s got the touch
Thin spiral notebook 