Author's Note: It's happened. I've been whopped upside the head by a story. Yesterday's Daily Prompt - Premonition - has led me to Allison, Randy, and the Talbot House. Bad things happen at the Talbot House, but house flipper Randy is convinced he can restore the 19th century mansion to its former glory. After a … Continue reading Premonition: Chapter Two
Category: Things That Cross My Mind For No Reason
Happy
I need some happy. Do you? You're welcome to some of mine. Psst... thanks, Pexels.
A Random Picture
Every now and then I grab my camera and take pictures of stuff. It's a thing. Here's a picture I took the other day. It's the State Capitol in downtown Raleigh. I did not photoshop that sky... it was that blue. So, so blue. Sometimes I stare at the sky, and I'm all, that sky … Continue reading A Random Picture
Sunday Morning
Pretty much what we're all doing around here.
The House Next Door
The house next door to me is empty. Neighborhood gossip says that the previous owner died in it. I have no idea if that's true or not. It went on the market a while back and took forever to sell. It did, eventually, and the new owners have had a construction crew in for almost … Continue reading The House Next Door
Conversant
THE MEETING HAD gone on way too long. Maddy took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. "Do we have anybody who's conversant in long range disaster preparation?" There was the expected hemming and hawing, the shuffling of the papers, and the refusal to look her in the eye. She bit back a sigh. "Anybody? … Continue reading Conversant
Assay
"CHECK THIS OUT." Mark gestured me to come take a look through the microscope. "This is not gold." "It can't be gold," I retorted. "Gold is an earth mineral. This isn't from earth." Mark's mouth thinned. "I understand that. Just take a look, please?" I frowned. If Mark couldn't tell what it was, I wasn't … Continue reading Assay
Constant
"I'M OUT OF tea," Jane's mother called out as Jane slipped on her coat. "Pick some up for me." Jane sighed. Her mother was always out of something. "What kind?" "Constant Comment." Her mother came out of the kitchen and leaned against the door frame. "You look nice today." "Thanks, mom." Jane waved and was … Continue reading Constant
The Trial
"STATE YOUR NAME for the record." "Charnes. Detective Liz Charnes." I kept my face neutral and my voice confident. After a while, trials don't get to you. Especially this trial. We had caught the defendant, Jay Pressincarla, red handed. It didn't get any easier then this. The prosecutor felt the same way. "Detective Charnes, can … Continue reading The Trial
Liz Charnes 