ON HE RODE: Chapter Five

A small-town SAFEWAY invites me in for Dutch-lunch picnic supplies — Blitz Weinhard beer, Tillamook cheddar, saltine crackers. I fall in love with the checkout gamin’s tan, competent-looking hands. Should I be jokey? How does she like my new beard? When she says what beard, I’ll say the one I just started. “Eighteen, nineteen, and…

Nighthawks – Chapter 3

Angry, I pulled away from her and looked down the bar for my safe bet laughing with another leftover. Turning to my palmist, I asked impolitely, “What do you mean ‘used up?’” She replied, “You married flowers.” I softened and said to her that I knew a place that would take us forever. “You can…

“So what da buggah said?”

Part One: “So what da buggah said?” Rudy the barber asks me. “Some bullshit about Denise and Chris.” I’m waiting for a haircut. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Christopher Andaya enter. He’s dark, looks real Hawaiian. “Chris, whas’up?” Suddenly he pulls a knife, comes at me. I grab my gun inside…

Rules and Regs for the September edition of the Great Bamboo Ridge Year of the Dog writing contest : )

Okay, we’re on our way. This month you can continue with any of the stories posted. You have the five story choices below. Pick one, write part three, 100 words. Post with the original title as your title. Please make sure to include Part One and Part Two when you post your Part Three. This…

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we bar chitchat then you are from belize i have never met anyone from belize it appears to you that i sincerely want to know your life story an expression seizes your soft face you light up fascinating enough suddenly i actually do want to know more abruptly you check your watch our conversation full…

On He Rode: Chapter Four

This gunmetal Chevrolet was already old in 1963 when I willingly paid too much for its low miles, perfect paint and glass, and total lack of dents or dings — virtually a new car, though technologically out-of-date, a plus in my view. Across the Skokomish River and past the Skokomish Indian Reservation, I glide south…

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