My Aunt Eleanor, up in the Riverdale section of the Bronx, is a funny woman. Not funny ha-ha, but whimsical. Uncle Samuel sold stationery supplies to dealers all over the eastern U.S. Eleanor said he was on the road so… Continue Reading
It was a night for a warm fire and a good drink of whiskey. Instead there was a rapping at my door. By the sound of it, someone was banging away with a proper walking stick. I pumped up a… Continue Reading
“Ed Lowercase? Private detective? There’s something you can do for me…” When I first heard that honey-trap voice, I could have said I was busy. However, as the voice came from a tall blonde in a low-cut tight dress leaning… Continue Reading
“I’m not using it to tow penguins to the moon,” was all Dave ever said about the contraption he was making in the shed. He was not a talkative chap, Dave. He worked as a surly shop-assistant in McTavish’s fish… Continue Reading
From: Yekahel To: Agiel Subject: Updated rulebook Agiel, Have you picked a name yet? I hear from Angra Mainyu that things are going really well with recruitment to the league. Angra is thinking we should be able to field at… Continue Reading
Uncle Barney had Brillo-y hair he dyed a yellow that isn’t found in nature and a matching handlebar mustache he waxed and curled and kept touching with such fondness that people sometimes looked away. Aunt Myrtle said if he’d spent… Continue Reading
The first time I saw Diz he was walking up my garden path. I waited for the knock on the door but it never came. So after five minutes of waiting I opened it and saw him standing there, apparently… Continue Reading
I remember the day I moved in across the street from Jack Mounds. The moving men had just started loading their dollies and blankets back into the now-cavernous truck when some of my new neighbors came over bearing baskets. Mrs.… Continue Reading
Shimmering like a mirage, a man strode down the backwoods highway towards Tim. The stranger was dressed in black, not comfortable attire for August in North Carolina. Tim slouched against his mud-splattered pickup as cars whizzed by. His brother had… Continue Reading
She came crashing through the bushes that lined the little clearing and plopped on the grass. She looked at the leaves on her plaid skirt, made a futile effort to brush them off, then shrugged. “I thought Billy liked me.… Continue Reading