Category: Joseph

1.74 Postmortem

  Stepping past the now inert wooden box, up to the stainless steel sink I watched Joseph turn on the taps. Keeping my eyes firmly away from my mitts, since acknowledging them only made them hurt more enthusiastically, I concentrated all my attention on…

1.73 With A Whimper or Bang?

Gasping for breath I braced myself against the wall, trying to gain enough leverage to shove her greedy hands away, but I couldn’t budge them an inch. I nearly sobbed when Joseph’s hand settled over one of mine. “Phoebe let go.” Gently his fingers…

1.72 Choices, Choices

No longer fully supported, the bag slipped off my leg onto its side then belly flopped onto its face – all the while spewing forth its contents. The rock salt skittered over the linoleum like gravel on glass and was the icing on the…

1.71 The Woman In White

It didn’t seem she was anywhere close to finished.  Each time her fist rebounded ineffectively off Joseph’s chest, the next strike followed quickly on its heels. It took mere moments for the siren to morph into a frenzied harpy. Joseph stood stone still watching…

1.70 Nevermore

  (Before and after pictures of my state of mind after KARB’s news report.) Mr. Nelson sat quietly next to me, clutching his seat, while I channeled my inner Lewis Hamilton (world champion F1 driver). The Princess was more vocal in her protests against…

1.58 Penny In The Air…

Orin (calling down to me): “We really got the old ticker going tonight didn’t we!” The heat of my anger welded me in place.  Unlike the Inebriated Three.  They were, for the first time, taking a real interest in remaining free of police custody. Wood…

1.50 Dealing

We’d both employed the same cunning strategy – waiting. Perhaps my “plan” wasn’t as lame as I’d previously thought.  The coffee seemed to need a few more minutes to seep into my system to bad I didn’t have the time. Even in this deluge…