Captain Heinz Noonan, the “Bearded Holmes” of the Sandersonville Police Department, was contemplating a meal without the family, a once-a-month blessing when he got to cook his own meal. But since he knew as much about cooking as he did Tibetan Monk Tantric Harmonics, he left the cooking to someone who knew what he was doing. Or, in this case, she who was Avalon Lone – spelled with a silent “e” she was always quick to say – at the Pamlico Lobster Pit. Lone was always quick with the joke. She swore she got her lobsters from a pit she dug in her back yard and advised Noonan to dig the same in his back yard. Noonan said he’d love to – right next to his wife’s lemon tree so the lobster could eat the lemons and he would not have to season the claws. The two had tried to…
Riverside County Sheriff Chad (El Choppo) Bianco loves to chop marijuana plants. It must make him absolutely giddy to partake of the lowest of…
Claire, a senior pre-med, no longer reads the Times. The stories are too big, too far away. What can she do about all that…
I’ll never forget the Halloween I moved to Westport. It was a rough year for me—just barely 12—moving in the hottest summer months to…
At the kitchen sink, Julia felt the warm, moist spring breeze blowing in through the open window brush her cheeks. She ran her tongue…
Red, yellow, green. All brilliant, all alive. I’m alive, standing here. My boss is alive too, picking his way around. The look on his…
Captain Noonan, the “Bearded Holmes” of the Sandersonville Police Department, was enjoying his last cup of coffee for the day. It was also his…
Captain Noonan, the “Bearded Holmes” of the Sandersonville Police Department, was an avid bowler. Not devoted in the sense he was in a weekly…
With the Coronavirus scare numbing the collective psyches of our great nation our president, Donald J. Trump, awoke to the realization that he had…