It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything new. So, if you’re all caught up and you kind of like my stuff, you may find this interesting. I haven’t posted because I’m working on a new novel. I haven’t published any new novels for a few years. I wrote a rough […]
He wore a black cap emblazoned in front with WWII Veteran on the front and a pin he received from a Life Flight to Washington DC. This is one of my fondest visual memories of my father, Warner Harold Knight. He was a patriot.
There aren’t many songs with my name in it.” “What’s your name?” “Melissa.” “That’s probably because it’s hard to rhyme and it has one too many syllables.” “Can you write a song about me?” “May I use Missy instead?” “No, I prefer Melissa.” I think for a while. I want […]
The sky is dark for a late summer morning at 7:00. Rain falls straight down in a curtain of moisture and runs down our city street mocking the flow of a small stream. I wonder to myself if Melissa got to work before the deluge commenced in that area of […]
MEDIA COVERAGE “On September 8, two homeless men seeking shelter near Pigeon Creek encountered and killed who they thought and claim is Big Foot.” Sophia Hayden, a reporter for an Evansville television station stares into a camera manned by another reporter. This is her second take of what she hopes […]
“I have some information that might be of interest to you concerning the Big Foot killed.” I decide to call our local news stations and the Courier and Press. Each takes my name and number and promise to get back to me. I check the website of Aurora Evansville, one […]
I Want A Lawyer! “Mr. Simon, you and Mr. …,” the detective looks down at his notes, “Mr. Truman have admitted to taking the life of another.” “I’m not answering any more questions until I have a lawyer present,” Gavin Simon folds his arms across his chest and sets his […]
“Harry gave you this yesterday?” Melissa waves her hand over the papers scattered over the bed in the “guest” bedroom. “Not exactly,” I watch Melissa cock her head and recognize this as a sign of frustration. “How did you get them then?” “Harold, not Harry, shared some of it with […]
The news pops up on my phone from multiple sources for which I have free apps. I am stunned. Two homeless guys are attacked by and kill Big Foot. I want to believe their Big Foot is not Harold Piegrand whom I met yesterday. How do I confirm without breaking […]
Harold frantically lumbers as quickly as possible to exit Garvin Park and bury himself into the thick over brush along the top of the Pigeon Creek banks. He slows his pace and cowers along the creek’s course. As he nears his cave, he detects voices. Cautiously and quietly, yet as […]
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