Posted on April 14, 2021 2 Comments
rainy nights devils dance their guise of secrets under piss-yellow street lights in the alleys cast shade when monsters come out to play who can barely see a thing as Hyde shows every line blurred people touching music lulling sensual acts dirty corners whisper in commentary jealous they didn’t swallow first illicits hold all those to deeds of passion and lustno one cares about anything and only want more the […]
Posted on February 3, 2020 13 Comments
If not up to date, please visit The Red/Black Journal Page Friday, 9:45 P.M. Ethan’s driver side door crunched and creaked as it slammed shut. He was home. Another long day of chasing a killer without so much as a single clue of who it might be. Zero answers, just more questions. Questions, that for […]
Posted on September 24, 2019 2 Comments
Friday, 5:40 p.m. (Ethan and Sarah come up short with their first visit to The Keep. They decide to spend most of the afternoon going over the witness statements from the bar and various other items of interest scattered in a brown file on a lunchroom table) Awfully quiet, how’s your Chinese food? What? Oh, ah…it’s good, it’s good. […]
Posted on September 20, 2019 14 Comments
Friday, 8:05 A.M. Good morning, Det. Frost…coffee? Morning chief, sure, thanks. Frost, I didn’t sleep very well last night. Do you know why that is? Why is that chief? Go ahead and enlighten me. It’s because of our latest homicide case. It’s gone and made my damn ulcer act up again. It bloody well kept […]
Posted on August 26, 2019 5 Comments
Thursday, 9:50 A.M. Thanks for the lift home, Ethan. I don’t think I could have gotten behind the wheel after that. No worries, Sarah. It’s me, and it’s the least I can do. You doing OK? I still can’t believe it. Kevin…I mean, we only spoke a few weeks ago. He returned my apartment key […]
Posted on July 13, 2019 16 Comments
MONDAY, 08:35 A.M. Should I even order coffee?I hate coffee.This place does look like it could serve a half-decent pot. I guess I’ll have to get something just to blend in with these people.Great, now the waitress is staring at me?Does she know? OK, now she’s tapping her pen.I’m really not in the mood for […]
