Memories of Dad…unedited…

Good morning. I am on my second gallon of coffee this morning. Well, I call it a gallon. My second full Yeti cup of coffee if that sounds better. Yesterday evening, I fell into my bed exhausted. Traveling really takes it out of me. Driving used to never bother me. One of two things haveContinue reading “Memories of Dad…unedited…”

The Missing…another part of the current WIP…unedited and incomplete…

Paddy O’Shea smiled when Konan and Lilly walked in. He hugged Lilly and shook Konan’s hand. “Long time, no see. Where’ve you guys been?” Lilly jerked her thumb toward Konan. Paddy nodded knowingly. “This one got fired. I’ve been busy. Sorry it’s been so long, Paddy. It’s good to see you.” Paddy led them intoContinue reading “The Missing…another part of the current WIP…unedited and incomplete…”

The Missing…the story goes on…unedited and incomplete…

Konan’s phone rang at 0300. Angrily, he looked at his phone. It was Lilly. “Hey.” “Hey yourself. You weren’t asleep, were you?” “Yeah. I was asleep. What’s up?” “We have another person. She’s well done. Meet me at Fredericksburg Daily News.” “Alright.” Konan dressed in jeans, boots, and a blue denim shirt. He stared inContinue reading “The Missing…the story goes on…unedited and incomplete…”

The Missing…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

At 0730 the following morning, Konan drove to the county morgue. Tammy Bowen sat at her desk; her head rested upon the corner. Eyes closed, mouth agape, she snored lightly. Tammy was in the same clothes she wore yesterday at the crime scene. “Tammy, it’s Konan.” She cracked one eye open and stared at him.Continue reading “The Missing…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

The Missing…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Hank Calder III walked down the street of Fredericksburg from his meeting with Jacob. He smiled at everyone he passed, often waving to people he did not know. As far as he was concerned, the world was not a nice place. The planet was run by people who though the height of society was thoseContinue reading “The Missing…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

The Missing…A Thermopolis Konan mystery…unedited, incomplete…

Trapped in the dark, Mary lost track of time. She strained her ears for any sound that would signal she wasn’t alone. There was nothing but the drip of water. It was enough to drive her mad. Konan finished his breakfast and changed into jeans, a tee, and his boots. He lived mere moments fromContinue reading “The Missing…A Thermopolis Konan mystery…unedited, incomplete…”

The Missing…A Thermopolis Konan Mystery…unedited, incomplete…

Mary came to in a room full of darkness. It was damp, somewhere in the inky blackness of her prison, water dripped to the floor. Silent tears wet her cheeks. The air smelled of mildew, her breath caught in her throat. “Where am I? What do they want?” She wanted to scream, but she foughtContinue reading “The Missing…A Thermopolis Konan Mystery…unedited, incomplete…”

Thermopolis Konan and The Missing…an old writing, unedited, incomplete…

The flash of blue lights reflected in the window of the mobile home. Thermopolis Konan sat in his recliner and sipped his coffee. Heavy footsteps clamored across his porch. At three in the morning, no one should be on his porch or knocking at his door. The knocking continued until Konan finally answered the door.Continue reading “Thermopolis Konan and The Missing…an old writing, unedited, incomplete…”

Rianna’s Chalice: Consequences…new writing…unedited, incomplete…

“Trot your butt on down here then. If you’re feeling froggy, jump.” The radio went quiet. It wouldn’t be quiet for long. Jace turned the volume down and put the radio in his coat pocket. He slipped into the shadows. All this trouble because he was told to choose. “You can do it,” the fairyContinue reading “Rianna’s Chalice: Consequences…new writing…unedited, incomplete…”

A Walk in Darkness…or The Walk…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

I arrived at the Quartermaster Unit on a cold day in December. If I thought it was cold on the day I arrived, I had seen nothing yet. Generally, when new NCOs arrive to a unit, they meet their First Sergeant and Commander first. Mine was nowhere to be found. So, I met my PlatoonContinue reading “A Walk in Darkness…or The Walk…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”