Carried off by the swift waters

“All right,” I said. “Tell me all about it.” Like I said, I had time and more than anything, I like a good story. Alder Fanspree got up from the bench and turned to face me and his wife. “I had just dug into breakfast, egg and cheese on a toasted roll, when a man … Continue reading Carried off by the swift waters

The whole damned city had changed

“Me?” I said. No one comes to see me. Not anymore. “You are Mr. Pyrus,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “Just Pyrus will do. My friends call me…” “We shan’t be friends,” she said with a sweet smile. “Can we talk somewhere?” Shan't we? Has this woman modeled herself on an Audrey Hepburn character, … Continue reading The whole damned city had changed

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It’s a bad idea, going after the woman. It’s already cost me a sport coat and pair of pants. Nice pants. If I think about it I’m already invested in this case. What case? She has disappeared up ninth and I’m a block away. On top of that, I’ve pissed off whoever Thorn works for. … Continue reading Yeah, yeah, yeah

She looks familiar, but then, everyone does at a distance

Editor's Note: this is a continuation of story started two posts earlier about a reluctant detective. You may recall that the narrator observed a man chasing a woman down Eighteenth Street and out of a sense of either chivalry or boredom decided to intervene. There's no connection to the most recent post, and no way to explain that … Continue reading She looks familiar, but then, everyone does at a distance

“Ma’am, step away from the bag” (Day 17)

Susannah Fontaine-Williams’ bag felt so warm on her lap that it woke her, and it was getting hotter by the second. She sniffed the top, not daring to open it, and the odor of smoke and dust came through. She could, in the dimmed cabin, see a tiny plume of smoke rising through the bag’s … Continue reading “Ma’am, step away from the bag” (Day 17)

The source of your writing power

  It’s all about appearances; the writing life has its demands. These include, explaining at parties what you’re working on when you yourself are clueless. You explain how you’re cranking out a few thousands words each and every morning and that you’re sure that once each word has been organized, catalogued, edited, and rewritten, the … Continue reading The source of your writing power

Vax (day 1)

Funny story about Walt’s nano-bots... Long before he was a dog, by all accounts, Walt was a fine engineer, programmer, and inventor/designer - better than he ever credited himself. Take the DCNBs, the drain-clearing nano-bots. To get these tiny little machines to meet their destiny he infused each with a nano particle of intelligence, just enough … Continue reading Vax (day 1)