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

The takedown

The morning of the takedown was the first time dad said to Mara and me, “Don’t waste food,” and it had real meaning. We might regret not having that food soon enough. She was little and had burned her bread and didn’t want to eat it. Dad said the time of excess was coming to an end … Continue reading The takedown

Catching up with an old friend

The woman passes below my window, my perch in the connecting corridor suspended over 18th Street between two buildings, the Flamm and the Mercator. She's walking eastbound on the south side of the street, sticking to the thin band of shade shiellding her from the summer sun. It's not her red hair that has my … Continue reading Catching up with an old friend

Fear of _________

There's too much air in the house," Lydia said.  She took a deep breath and pinched her nose to hold the air in then all at once blew it out until her lungs were empty. Then she took long sniffling breaths until her lungs refilled, again pinching her nose then coughing the air out. Archie looked … Continue reading Fear of _________

The jelly bean conversation

Jelly Beans? No thanx. I'm off sugar. Oh come on. Have one. Just one won't hurt. No really. I'm not eating the sugar anymore. These are really special jelly beans. They're imported from Madagascar. Madagascar? Bullshit. Kids love 'em. You know, Reagan kept a huge bowl of jelly beans in the Oval Office. And you're … Continue reading The jelly bean conversation