…nearly five o’clock…
It was nearly five o’clock, and Paul’s stomach grumbled in loud protest to the lunch which had been foregone to assemble Reaper’s team. He opened his desk drawer to the three half-eaten bags of chips and a quarter bottle of 12-year-old Scotch. It took willpower not to grab the bottle. Instead, he closed the drawer and reached for the receiver. Read the full post »
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Brain Box is Empty
I have engaged in many conversations about the nuances, implications, responsibilities, entertainment, novelty, marketability and work of blogging. There are some days you just have to ask the person attempting to engage you in a battle of wits: What keeps your skull from caving in?
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Write that down.
This week has been replete with truly stupid email, identity crisis issues, discovery and the occasional tantrum. Tonight’s Saturday Evening Post diverges from the what and why in an absolute abandonment of humanity voyeurism…that means it is completely new, BTW. Feel like a quick trip to 1986?
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Sheriff John Strickland
John Strickland leaned back in his chair with a clipboard on his crossed leg. He lifted the pages one by one, as though he were reading them. Feathers probably would not have caught onto the ruse had he not been bouncing his own foot and counting the falls. “No way you read that last one, Jeffe.”
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This needs no further introduction, but may well draw comments of flame and support in equal measure. If you find this close to your heart, this is an official beg for five stars and posting to Facebook…or any other social media.
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