My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Crystal swore as she walked from the outer limits of the parking lot to begin her shift at Big Box Store. It had been raining for five solid days and ankle-deep puddles made the crossing more like an obstacle course. She could feel the grimy water seeping into her galoshes, soaking her socks. That’s just … Continue reading Full metal basket
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... Sitting in her car outside of an upscale suburban ranch house, Nori practiced her breathing exercises in an effort to calm her anxiety. She wasn’t sure how Ashley’s mother, Kathryn, would react to seeing her again. When they spoke on the phone, she seemed distracted, giving noncommittal answers to her questions. … Continue reading Daddy Dearest
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
More of Andrew's Story... “Did you see the news this morning?” Nori’s sister, Paula, puttered around the living room, fluffing couch pillows and rearranging knick-knacks on Nori’s book shelves. Rolling her eyes, Nori took note of what to replace once her visitor left. “No,” Nori said, “I went out to the jetty to clear my head.” … Continue reading What the water gave up
More of Andrew's story... A handful of breadcrumbs cast in the air brought a screech of gulls swooping down on the jetty. The birds always congregated on the narrow finger of shells and sand that jutted out into the bay feasting on mussels and tiny hermit crabs, and scraps from tourists and fishermen. Nori zipped … Continue reading Wayward gulls
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