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The Glow…continued

Posted on December 20, 2013 by Jim Stewart

(Note: This is a continuation of “The Glow” that was posted on October 17.–jrs) The siren refused to get closer and faded away altogether. It was the first road noise Bob had heard up here in years. He wondered about … Continue reading →

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Ironwood Continues from Yesterday

Posted on December 19, 2013 by Jim Stewart

(Note: This follows yesterday’s opening chapter. I may be absent for a bit. I have writing to do.–jrs) Homicide detective Tom Hannarty stood in my office with his chin in his hand as the coroner’s people took the body down … Continue reading →

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Now Your Leg Can Feed Your Heart

Posted on December 5, 2013 by Jim Stewart

“That’s where they got the replacement parts,” you say as you point at your shin. I look and sure enough there is a slice on the inside of your leg, neat butterflies, from your ankle halfway to your knee. Then … Continue reading →

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Buddy the Elk Speaks Again

Posted on December 1, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Dear Narb, Saw you splitting wood the other day. You did wave and I thank you for that, but then you bared your teeth at me, which I found a bit disconcerting. I didn’t see or smell any fear or … Continue reading →

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Follow the Light

Posted on November 15, 2013 by Jim Stewart

Shadows beginning to form as the light brushes your window. Sunrise just moments away, I can hear the dawning wind blow. Moving across the moon, a flight of albatross, they follow the light and go home. Your body’s as thin … Continue reading →

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The Actress and the Grunion

Posted on October 29, 2013 by Jim Stewart

She was an actress and even though I heard Wales in her voice she was as American as French-fries. I’d seen her in a play where she bested the writing to make me laugh. I lived two doors downhill to … Continue reading →

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