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Happy Birthday, Annie Proulx!
Posted on August 23, 2011 | 2 CommentsPulitzer Prize winning author Annie Proulx (The Shipping News) was born on this day in 1935. Proulx’s first novel Postcards was published when Proulx was 58 years old. So if... -
AMBULANCE: a short story. Part 3.
Posted on August 18, 2011 | 2 CommentsA slender woman knelt beside me. Usually a civilian comes up to me at a scene saying he’s a volunteer medic out of Blanco County and I say, “Thanks, move... -
AMBULANCE: a short story. Part 2.
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AMBULANCE: a short story. Part 1.
Posted on August 16, 2011 | No CommentsMy next shift, the first run we made was to a residence. The house wasn’t too small, but it was old, the way houses start to look when there isn’t anyone doing a damn thing to take care of them. The firefighters had arrived first– they always do –and had broken down the door.
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Real True Grit
Posted on July 24, 2011 | 2 Comments“Well, there is no beat of a good friend.” –Deputy Marshal Rooster Cogburn, in the novel, True Grit. “He is not my friend.” –Young Mattie Ross, speaking of Rooster Cogburn,... -
No Innocent Man (Part 3): Femme Noir Fiction
Posted on January 31, 2011 | 1 CommentOn the tube, a too-handsome kid with a mic in his face was saying, “I think Mason is the smoothest rider in freestyle. I think his grabs are his strong... -
No Innocent Man (Part 2): Femme Noir Fiction
Posted on January 28, 2011 | 2 CommentsThe model had disappeared into the bathroom with her bags of panties and pushup bras and five-inch heels. He liked his models with a little meat on them, but it took careful arranging to make things smooth. He could see why the fashion ran towards rail thin. With a skeleton, you never had to worry about a sexy swell of flesh bulging against a garter, messing up the clean lines of a shot. But he enjoyed the challenge. -
No Innocent Man: Femme Noir Fiction (Part 1)
Posted on January 27, 2011 | 1 CommentThe bullet hit Mr. Natz in the center of his chest. Gorgeous and Thompson caught the well-dressed Natz as he fell, pushing him backwards into the open trunk of the Lincoln, already lined with plastic. Gorgeous had to give Natz’s inflexible legs a shove to double them back onto his chest. A gurgle came from inside the trunk as Roxy tucked the revolver into the waistband of her swing costume. With the gun tight against the small of her back, she stepped forward to slam the trunk closed, giving its shiny metal surface an affectionate pat before turning on her heels.










