At the buffet breakfast the next morning in the Ambrosia Restaurant, Tiho was moving around a bit more gingerly and with a little less of the playful buoyancy and bounce that he had the night before, but he was still making an effort to play the role of everyone's favorite leprechaun. No doubt this was a studied role that won him extra tips at the end of the...
Baby liked to run. The only thing that could stop her momentum was ice cream trucks and men. She takes after her owner, except the last time I stopped for an ice cream truck, I was five and riding my tricycle. As far as men go, I've stopped way too many times to share in the introductory paragraph. Let's just say I've tried every flavor of Popsicle available...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
Folsom heard some muffled discussion from the other side of the door between his cramped, dark prison and the back panel on the closet in Roman's cabin and then some rustling around in the cabin followed by the slamming of the cabin door and then . . . silence . . . for the longest time. A good thing he wasn't claustrophobic, Folsom was thinking. And then t...
At nine the next morning Mac was knocking on Sam Sedwick's door. Mac had spent the night at Loren Blunt's place going through his writing desk reading the hundreds of love letters between him and Shelby and other men that had also fallen hopelessly in love with him. When he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer he grabbed a few hours sleep on the sofa in...
Chad saw the big, fancy sedan, a BMW 700 series, sitting all by itself back in a darkened corner of the parking garage as the bus drove around and around, spiraling up to the top, open deck, where it came to a stop. That had been the only car he'd seen in the garage. It was a Sunday, and this was a city workers' garage. "Strange. No one in the ticket booth,...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) CHAPTER THREE Max proved himself a practical man. He noticed first that a double bed would never work for us. Two men my size at 180 pounds (much less if one had 40 pounds more muscle), would never fit comfortably on the double. Also, as he pointed out, we wouldn't remain in the apartment due to what he referre...
"Yes, I recognize that." Until this point, I had been truly confused why I had been called out of the departure line on the flight from Miami to Key West and ushered into this windowless room down a nondescript corridor behind the scenes back at the main terminal building. But now that I saw my business card and the metallic blue knitting needle, it all fel...
What started out as a simple game of billiards slowly became a display of mixed emotions. Thirty-two-year-old Oliver couldn't be too sure if Bryce, his best friend, kept his eyes on the cue balls or if he kept repeating his brief glances at him. To make it an even more mystifying situation, the little smile on Bryce's face appeared at times with a hint of se...
Anthony Blaine didn't broach the subject with Griff as soon as he arrived for his weekly relief. Griff was too much in a state when Blaine arrived to hear what Blaine had to say. Griff didn't even say anything about Blaine being there two days earlier than usual. He just ranted on about wondering what was happening at Stallion Station. "They're gone." "Who...