Carson’s a Caged Animal and Wants Out
Gunnar Olafsson I feel sick. I could throw up. I look around this home that I live in, at these people I’ve taken pains to get to know and move among –…
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Saved By the Bell? Paul’s Story Starts Trickling Out …
A guard leads me to a monitored meeting room where my visitors were waiting. I recognize Mercury immediately. “Glad to see you,” I say. “Gets kinda lonely here, especially since…
Mercury & Silas, a Meeting of the Minds
I am half an hour early for brunch with Silas, tense already from strolling in on Lindy and his merry band of entrepreneurs. First issue jitters, I reckon, and with…
A Quiet Night in Middle Valley: Secrets, Scandals and a Cat Named Chuckles – Part 2
Dear reader, I’ve returned. Not heat, nor the dark of night would keep your Miss Comportment from walking the five blocks to the Riverside and collecting three fresh bottles. Mission…
A Quiet Night in Middle Valley: Secrets, Scandal, and a Cat Named Chuckles Amid This Small-Town’s Turmoil – Part 1
There is something luxurious about spending an entire evening at home. It’s rare, but what’s even more rare is that I’m really happy about it. No social obligations. No hunting…
From Badge to Behind Bars: Paul’s Singing the Jailhouse Blues
Another day in this hellhole. Haven’t seen anyone from Middle Valley in quite a while with the notable exception of my lawyer, that is, and he isn’t really helping matters…
His name is Lindy, Mother
I was bored and worried. That’s what I told Lindy. He didn’t answer my question about Bitsy. Lindy downed his beer quickly and was off to talk to his crew.…
Friday Fatigue: Finding the Middle Valley Voice
Four hours of meetings and I am worn out. The regular work sessions with Carson have presented challenges – no doubt tomorrow will be more of the same. Lots to…
Elyse, Chablis, and Landmines
I am tired, but I need noise. Anonymity is not an option around here, as we all know. I need people around me I don’t know. I don’t want to…
Aligning of the Orbits: Shirley & Bitsy Unite
Ice on the Chickotee, ice in my glass …. Wasn’t that a song? Well, it should be. The icy chunks line the banks of our lifeblood, of the vein of…