Long ago when was just starting my life as an apprentice alcoholic, I became friends with my boss, a cook at the Elks Lodge in West Richland. I remember his first name, Ernie, but not his last; not that it matters. Suffice to say he was the journeyman alcoholic that I strived to become.
Tag Archives: fiction
Book Two of Search for Justice is Live
“Four Seasons Book Two: Search for Justice,” is live and available for you my loyal readers to buy and read.
The Mailbox: Part 2
“Oh, to relive those days again,” Carl chuckled. “You were a handful that’s for sure.” He walked up the slight grade. His breathing, though steady became increasingly labored. He searched for that chair to sit upon before he became too weak to walk further.
The Mailbox
Carl used his white cane to guide him to the mud room where his black boots sat on the floor next to a chair from the last time he put them on, this time yesterday. It was a chore of love toward his daughter Susan that he did this each and every day except Sunday.
Lost Highway
“In all the years we’ve been investigating homicides, how many times have you counted when the medical examiner or pathologist was wrong?” Mark turned his head quickly to Hector and saw a look he couldn’t describe upon his face. “What is it Hector? Do you know anything about this?”
Fairy Tale
Once upon a time there was this kingdom where everything was wonderful, so long as the emperor was happy. He was an old ruler with many whims and wants and needs, not least of which was that his loyal subjects graced his presence with reverence and awe.
Dressing for a Change
I’m so glad I’m not the only person that thinks the current fashion comfort overlooking nice and decent. I read and saw the news about how Tampa International Airport had banned wearing pajamas at their airport. It might appear “tongue in cheek,” but I’m of a view that perhaps there is a lesson to be learned here.
Tiffany A Porcelain Doll
Her face appeared flawless. The color of ivory, as smooth and perfect as window glass she had a perfect look. Her name was Tiffany, at least that’s the name I gave her when I found her yesterday morning.
Transport No. 24
Presently I am walking with my parents to the train depot. There are a large number of us and were told we had to move from the ghetto to make room for others. We were going to a better place, so we were told.
Another Story Completed
Yesterday I finished writing my first draft of my latest new novel and new series, Beyond The Pale, A Pink Diamond Mystery.
I have yet to start the editing process that will take a few weeks, but I feel really good about this, much more so than the last book I did, The Wizard.
Jerry Schellhammer 