Identity: Chapter Three
CHAPTER THREE NED Lennox listened carefully while Ned and Scarlett transcribed the details of Conrad Fincher's death, her black-tipped grey ears swung forward attentively. "Very well then" she ran a paw over her mane, which was tied back...
Identity: Chapter Two
CHAPTER TWO MIKEY Mikey breathed calmly as he took another bite of the cherry-flavoured shave ice he'd purchased at a little corner stand several blocks outside the borders of the Sullivan Heights community. Getting in hadn't been hard. The whole...
Identity: Chapter Thirty-Nine
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE NED Ned and Scarlett were waiting when Garrett's yellow Mustang pulled into the SF Metro parking lot. At first Ned thought Garrett had come alone, but then he realised that Olympia was in the backseat. She and Garrett were...
Identity: Chapter Thirty-Six
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX NED Ned could not help but notice the fleeting flicker of hope that passed across Garrett's face after he'd answered Ned's knock. He hadn't even been sure the coyote would be home at this hour, if at all. He could have been off...
Parenthesis
**Parenthesis** If you are, as I am, both a writer and an avid reader, there are two habits you're likely to form. The first is that you'll start looking at all the people in your life as being characters in a story, and will find in them...
History in the Making
I noticed the glances the third week of class. Or was it late on the second? I don't know, the class was on Friday and sometimes the end of one week runs into the beginning of the next. Class blends with class, and the only thing you really remember is...
At Night, He Walks
At Night, He Walks When I wake, sometime long past midnight, he is crying again. It is always like this. The tears come not when we first go to bed but later, while I am asleep, he lies awake and cries, and sometimes I awaken perceptive again of his...
The Days and the Seasons
# THE DAYS AND THE SEASONS # On a misty grey morning in late March, 1793, Judoc Guiscard, a Vendéan peasant fox, was recipient of a letter. This caused not a little stir in the village of St Émeric, where Guiscard was the first resident thereof to...