Mixing Drinks_The Returned (Highmast series)_Hobos and Stuff_Blue Volcano
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Mixing Drinks
He had had to do it, it had been necessary, just one of those things that needed to be done. Once it was over he could explain it all away, plead with those around him to understand why, tell them all about each and every detail of his decisions that had brought him here. They would understand, they had to do so, he could not live with it if they did not. Half of him hoped they trustewww.onedoor.ccd him enough anyway, at least some of them, or on second thoughts, perhaps just one of them. He could never see his partner sticking around someone he did not deem to be good overall, and hopefully all that time s...
The Returned (Highmast series)
CalliCalli had never believed in ghosts until now. She stared wordless at the arrogant reprobate silhouetted against the open door of the underground Rat’s Nest lair they lurked within. Micah Dawlish. Of all the men to come crawling back here now, of all times…but then that was Micah all over, wasn’t it? Always where he was least wanted at the most inconvenient times. She’d flown halfway across the fire-lit room before she knew what was happening. Micah slipped into a defensive stance, his weight sliding to his back foot, as she threw herself at him. To her surprise as much as anybody’s, it wa...
Hobos and Stuff
“You wanna do something fun?” Standing in the doorway, Tom looked at Jack, his new neighbor. Tom’s family moved here the previous week. They’d crossed paths and said hello a couple times. They’d be starting fourth grade in a few weeks. Being the new kid promised to be hard enough. He needed a friend. “Sure. It doesn’t have anything to do with coffee does it?” “Coffee? No… Oh, you talking about the Kaffe Fest? That was back in June.” “Never heard of a festival based on coffee.” “Yeah. I guess that’s what we’re known for. They have a parade with a giant coffee pot and stuff.” “Coffee contests? ...
Blue Volcano
The highway lights were hanging over me, all bluish and in one long perfect rank. They came slow, and then fast. The words mercury and blue came to mind, repeating themselves with each coming light post. These passing highway lights resembled the UV mercury vapor lamps sometimes used in pool filtration systems. The idea of turning metal into light seemed strange. My thoughts continued that way until I heard the sirens. I saw the rotating blue beacon lights in the rearview mirror. I switched lanes and watched an ambulance speed by. The sound crept up, and then quickly changed its pitch as it pa...