The Craftsman
“You see, Detective, I have a little problem with knives.
Solitude
Davey’s Boat
There was only one bus in town and I missed the last run, its taillights taunting me with the faint spray from the wet wheels.
Chimera
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Intention
Larry sat in the jail cell and tried to make himself invisible.
Newsworthy
David Pemberton leaned into the mirror and fussed over the crow’s feet starting to creep into his face.
On the Crest of the Storm
thunderous dark skies
A Hole in the Plan
The blade of the shovel rang loudly as it hit rock again.
Grace Under Fire
Grace raced to the emergency pull station on the other side of the room.
The Gypsy Tent
I wandered through the county fair
Herb’s Bad Week
Herb was delusional.
Emerald Fire
I had just parked my car and pressed the lock button when I noticed her.
Martin Makes His Stand
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off.