My journal of big words and pretty pictures
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
Gallagher wasn’t an overly tall man, so storing his swords and épées in a stone pot that reached past his waist seemed impractical. He would be unable to cleanly draw any of his weapons should the need arise. Funny, that my first thought was of the readiness of his arsenal, and not that he possessed … Continue reading En garde
Back before Christmas, I was crocheting a mermaid tail afghan as a present for my daughter. I was almost finished with it. I was at the fin part when I did something wonky to my hand. At first, I though I just twisted something with the way I was holding the yarn to keep the … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Whine
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 … Continue reading Drawing blood
The law says a freight trains can’t go over 10 miles an hour when it’s moving through town. At that speed, if you’re agile enough, it’s easy to grab onto one of the boxcar’s ladder rungs. Sometimes, if the car had just been offloaded they leave the cargo door open to air out the container. … Continue reading Riding the rails
There’s a storm brewing inside him. I can’t talk to him when he’s like this. He is so far out of the realm of reason and rationality, he’s jabbering foreign words, and there’s no interpreter to translate it. Maybe I should just get down there with him, throw a few back until I’m speaking in … Continue reading Forecast calls for storms
Thin spiral notebook 