"Justice is incidental to law and order." ~ J. Edgar Hoover 1 Mike McKay liked the sound of the morning rain on the roof of his Mustang 2001 Bullit GT. He had the window slightly down, listening to the faint, echoing rumble of thunder in the west over the lake. His sleek, Dark Highland Green was parked in front of Dooley’s Diner where he had just ha...
Peggy peered out into the room, her eyes squinting from the stage lights as she realized she was back in the same amphitheatre style room where, a short while ago, she and her friends had been drinking and telling stories. She had wondered why the seats were elevated above the stage as she watched the D.J. play requests from the crowd. Now standing half nake...
Too young, that's what Jan had told him, that first summer. They were too young to be so serious. Yes, she loved him, but she wanted the summer off. They should date other people over the summer. Well, she had been very young, that first summer. She was one of those city girls who had skipped a grade. He'd met her for lunch, somehow there had been a mutual...
(This chapter is a bit disjointed as it puts some things into play for later) * (Thursday) My first week back in town I located a nice little bar that felt more like a pub. It had three necessary factors: a small familiar crowd, good liquor, and no gun checks at the door. Now I'm not a huge fan of a routine but sometimes you need a familiar place to unwi...
Sixth Albert had been sent to the room. He had been there for almost two hours. It didn't seem fair that his wife Zofia was still mingling with the others at the party. But she was insistent that he get them a room, well that was not true; Albert had to pay for adjoining rooms. When he had obtained the keys he had given them to Zofia. She had given him one...
** Please read my disclaimer as part of my biography for a better understanding of this story * I stood at the bottom the path that lead its way in familiar fashion up to the front door of my house. It's straight, regular slabs of creamy coloured sandstone cut their way in a straight line through the recently laid turf that covered the rest of my postage s...
Chapter 1 I thought today would be like any other day. I thought wrong. Master told me not to listen to Mistress. Unfortunately, for me he never told her: I did not want to get in trouble with either of them. My sister was upstairs cleaning her room while Master had me clean the rest of the house. You see, Mistress Julia owns my sister Taliya. I, Ceres, be...
The air in the bar was heavy and moist. Lazy clouds of smoke hung there like fog. And the noise was dull and uninteresting. It was typical night in the French Quarter of New Orleans and Darlene could care less. She sat in an out of the way corner of the bar and brooded over a warm, dark beer. In her little social circle it was the biggest night of the year....
First, thank you all for the feedback. As you may know, I don't take down any of the comments (good or bad). And yes, that scene was a little camp, though I don't think the phrase "pea-brainedness" is one I've ever heard before in relation to my writing. But, different strokes for different folks. I had a lot of encouraging feedback, and thank you for waitin...
The city sprawled out both sides of the river like a concrete jungle, with its skyscrapers, rising like fingers into the air. The vista provided a picturesque scene through the wide windows of Maria Kelly's apartment. To Maria it was the start of another day as a successful journalist working for the City Times. She felt good about her mission in life at p...