The wind howled louder than a dozen wolves. There wasn’t a soul in sight on Crenbrow lane as the cold air seized the darkened driveways. A light pit patter of rain spurs from the gray clouds followed by loud rumbles of thunder, making it almost impossible to hear the occupants living across and down the…
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Who killed Cathy? Part 2
The doors of the church fling open as men in dark suits descend taking their post, each on every second step. Immediately following are guests, all dressed in expensive black gowns, big dark hats , black suits and long satin gloves. The heels of sad loved ones clatter against the cemented steps, their faces concealed…
The Rainman
Tess hops out of the van to meet Mick , who has been waiting on the curb outside a building for her. “You got the stuff?” he asks anxiously, blowing his breath into his cold hands. “Yup!” Tess exclaims, waving the contract into the air smiling. She kisses him. “All fifty-six pages. Are they ready…
Belle’s Bayou
Belle’s bayou was once filled with love. A slow churning, burning love that hummed and echoed like nectar bees in a tunnel of sunflowers bent under the warm, summer sky. It was a hot love, a sticky love like mama Maybelle’s crème pops, once they had been set out too long. An infectious love that…
A Year of Peace and Belief
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Who killed Cathy? Part 1
Nick Farley stands in the back of the church, shifting his weight from one side to the other. He is restless, stirred even. He gets like this before each of his arrest. The vivacious feeling of a job well done. He jangles and twirls at the handcuffs in his side pockets. He needs to make…
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