New York weekend

So we were back in hot, smelly, tasty New York over the weekend where it was too uncomfortable to stand outside and wait for a cab or an Uber. Forget the subway platform with its superheated unventilated barely breathable sludge that passes for air. Forget walking on the sunny side of the street. Always check the … Continue reading New York weekend

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

Inspected by #4

It was the mid-90s and you could still run full tilt through an airport without fuss and arrive at a gate just before the door closed. I’d already missed my connection for any one of the usual reasons, and this was the last flight leaving Pittsburgh for Philadelphia. And somehow there was one ticket left, … Continue reading Inspected by #4

Ovellyn (Day 1033)

An eleven year old Ovelynn stoops down and speaks into a camera. Her freckled face takes up almost the entire field of view. She is so excited that it takes her a moment to catch her breath. “Hello…” and she takes a few quick breaths. “Hello world!” she says. “Oh my god, I’m hyperventilating!” She … Continue reading Ovellyn (Day 1033)

“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)