Wordsworth v Chandler (reposted)

It rained on my Chrysler all day long as I sat high up in the Hollywood Hills, peering through my binoculars past a soggy clump of daffodils; beside the lake, beneath the trees, till I was hit and fell on my knees.   Things went black for a little while and when I woke I smelled of gin,...

Trouble Is My Business

In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "A Dog Named Bob." I skimmed the skin off a cold cup of coffee that had been sitting on my desk since Tuesday, and took a sip while I tried to recall what day it was. In return, my stomach sent word that it wasn't accepting any more of Tuesday's cold...

Wordsworth v. Chandler

It rained on my Chrysler all day long as I sat high up in the Hollywood Hills, peering through my binoculars past a soggy clump of daffodils; beside the lake, beneath the trees, till I was hit and fell on my knees.   Things went black for a little while and when I woke I smelled of gin,...

A Man Called Liebster

The first thing I knew about this case was when a little red star appeared at the top right of my blog, indicating that someone had left a comment. I yawned and rolled off the office couch, and hit my head on the floor with a thud that woke me up good. A comment! I...