Tag: work in progress

  • Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)

    “Make your phone call,” said a balding cop. Cassie stared down at her manly hands, the orange sleeve of her prison uniform brushing against the hair that extended just beyond it. Even her knuckles were hairy. “Well, what are you waiting for? If you’re just gonna waste my time, I can find better ways to…

  • Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)

    Jimmy closed his eyes, tried to block out the imprisoned world around him. He knew fighting and yelling wouldn’t do him any good. Their notions of his insanity were only reaffirmed when he acted out. He could hear the orderlies breathing as they stood beside him, but he didn’t care. It’s not like they were…

  • Excerpt from Murder: It’s All in Your Head (WIP)

    “Can I trust you to behave yourself, James?” came the nasally voice of Doctor Winslow. Jimmy lay on his bed, his arms and legs restrained. He had spent the first fifteen minutes thrashing like a fish on land, but then his energy had dropped. He hated this ancient body–yet another reason to feel he was…

  • Excerpt from Mile Marker 139 (WIP)

    Her feet pound on the treadmill. The rain comes down outside. She stares into the blurry window at the parking lot and keeps running, not getting anywhere. Better the window blur than her eyes. The music blares in her earbuds. Enimen talks about losing himself in the moment, in the music. Sarah tries to forget…

  • Excerpt from Mile Marker 139 (WIP)

    She puts the phone in her pocket and retrieves her cigarettes.  She stands and lights up, allowing the smoke to do its calming job.  She glances at the building, knowing Sarah isn’t there.  It’s her day off.  Mike went home hours ago. Still, the phone sits in her pocket like a hot rock.  She is…

  • Excerpt from Mile Marker 139 (WIP)

    Mike’s parting words remain with Shelley long after he shuffles across the dining area toward the lobby.  …I’ll be around for a while…and I don’t just mean tonight.  His form is blurry now.  It’s not because of the physical distance.  Shelley’s eyes are one part of her that has always worked right.  Her tears obscure…

  • Excerpt from Mile Marker 139 (WIP)

    With nothing else to do but let his own thoughts drive him crazy, Mike leaves the kitchen for the living room.  He eyes up the recliner.  The cushions are molded to his body.  Next to the recliner rests a tray table with the remote and a pack of cigarettes.  Not long ago, empty beer cans…

  • Excerpt from Mile Marker 139 (WIP)

    After ten minutes of standing around looking like a guy with nothing better to do and receiving a few odd stares from passersby, Mike approaches the women’s room.  Hovering just outside the entrance, he asks, “Is anyone in there?” “Hey, whaddya want?” comes a raspy voice, surely belonging to a lifelong smoker who’s at least…

  • Excerpt from Mile Marker 139 (WIP)

    The sun is rising when Mike finally pulls into his driveway, but as he gets out of his car, that doesn’t matter.  The clouds obscure most of the light.  Snow pelts his face as he pulls the collar of his coat higher, muttering how stupid he was to not bring a hat and gloves to…

  • Excerpt from Mile Marker 139 (WIP)

    If turning forty was supposed to make Russ feel age’s sudden grip on him, he is glad he still has his usual energy.  His schedule doesn’t allow for him to stop of the rest area by mile marker 139 in Ohio this week.  Just because the weather is bad, shipments still have to be made.…