“Granddad, where does the snow come from?” Yon was seven and curious in the way that only seven year-olds can be. His grandfather was old enough for his beard to reach his belt and to Yon that meant he was wise. Maybe the wisest. Around them the snow gushed, swarmed and danced around them as … More Snow
The night air is cool. The hairs on her neck stand up. Her heels click unevenly on the brick sidewalk. The wind carries her scent, a mixture of perfume, sweat and drink. He smells it. He can taste it. He follows the scent. Her phone rings. She answers. Her voice laughs out. She steadies herself … More One Night
Garrick had submitted his name to the lists. He had honed his skills and was prepared for the challenge ahead. He looked over the competition, looking for any sign of weakness or strength. To the left there was a pock-marked and portly man. He was all bluster and no challenge. The young behemoth next to … More Garrick’s Contest
Part IV Luigi looked at his face in the mirror. Just below his left eye was red and swollen. It looked like a red ball that was about to tip off of his mustache. He checked his teach and none of them were loose. It was an unexpected surprise. “He’s coming to,” Kong announced drawing … More Hard Boiled Plumber, Part IV
Argo had travelled over frozen terrain and rough mountainside to the beast’s lair. Though his muscles ached they were still stronger than most men half his age. His eyes had lost none of their steel even if they had gained more wrinkles around the edges and watered in the cold air. He stood at the … More Argo and the Dragon
“Who, look what the cat dragged in. Officers Test-tube and Trashcan,” jeered the wannabe Mafioso. He went by the name Uncle Jerry and tried to fully act the part of Italian tough guy. A quick web search revealed that his real name was Jerald Rodgers and that the closest he ever came to Italy was … More Partners
Part III Luigi had to admit, the twin bone breakers were strong. He hadn’t been hit this hard since his golden gloves days back in the army. A stone hard fist slammed into his gut for the third time. He doubled over and went weak in the knees. He wasn’t a young man anymore, but … More Hard Boiled Plumber, Part III
Her words floated heavy in the air. Bowser Junior was son and heir to Bowser Benetti, boss of the Koopa crime family. Having a beef with Junior was a good way to stomped on hard. Luigi wasn’t a man who shied away from a good fight but there would be nothing good about taking on … More Hard Boiled Plumber, Part II
The clock ticked to 4:59. In one minute he would be able to take his first drink of the day. Only alcoholics needed a drink to get thru the afternoon. By making it until five, the start of evening, he proved daily that he wasn’t an alcoholic. The shot of whiskey was his reward. The … More Hard Boiled Plumber, Part I
Kimura blinked twice hoping that wind clear the snow from his eyes. The wind was cold and bitter. The dryness of it made his eyes water. He vision blurred. He squeezed his eyes shut a third time knowing it to be dangerous, but he needed to see clearly. The old man in front of him … More The Plum Tree
Deadly Troubadour 