by ronearl | Feb 12, 2021 | Fiction |
“What is the saying,” said Rodt in his thick accent, “The grave is half full?” “Wrong,” said Smartt. Rodt sounded ignorant and unclean, as if he had a mouthful of pickled herring. Everything that came out of it stank, thought Smartt. It didn’t matter what the guy...
by ronearl | Oct 22, 2014 | Fiction |
Richard “Ditch” Brodie checked the lock screws on the four karabiners that secured the tandem jumper to his harness as the Twin Otter screamed to 10,000 feet, the altitude where skydivers fell from the plane to laugh at death for as long as they dared. The four lock...
by ronearl | Jul 25, 2014 | Fiction |
Sexy Sadie what have you done? I’m belly deep in the shag on a creepy crawl in search of talent in a north Dallas McMansion when there’s trouble. My head bumps into what I think is a chair leg but it’s the cold steel of a double barreled shotgun. I think: What would...
by ronearl | Jun 23, 2014 | Fiction |
I stick out my thumb by a strip mall ghost town west of Platte and out wait for bad luck to happen. Five minutes later it does. I’m riding in a beaten down Galaxie 500 with bald tires, heavy enough not to get blown off the Nebraska plains, with a cornpone operator...
