One after the next, leg by leg, the black fuzzy zipper spider sidled down the crack that ran from the corner of the wall nearest his cot, in an irregular line, down to the hard packed dirt floor. The baked adobe walls were full of cracks, more cracks than wall it seems, thought RuhMoan dividing …
Author Archives: James Calore
Say His Name (#5 in series)
It was a border town, like others, with a promise of refuge from the weather for some, jubilation at a long journey’s end for others, and it had an edge of uncertainty about it as well. Rosalinda found the town hall without difficulty, which shared a common wall with the sheriff’s office and next to …
The Moment of Change (#4 in series)
Lying on her back, the ground hard and uncomfortable beneath her, the adobe mud walls were still cool from the night air and radiated a sharp chill back throughout the small, one room hut. Rosalinda leaned over to pull the thin blanket tighter around her infant baby lying beside her. Staring up at the peeling …
The Conversation (#3 in series)
“Well, hello my long lost friend!” Palo Pedro smiled crookedly at Eddie handing both drinks to Rosalinda. “What brings you out of your hole?” Pedro did not wait for a response, instead turned his back to face Rosalinda, “A cooling drink of refreshment for my beautiful and loyal companion.” Then he added, “You are still …
Compulsive
the first cool drink sticks a bit in the throat where memories are smoother the second and third go down considerably better time is inconsequential, the environment softens feel like singing, talking, playing, mixing, dancing recollections fade fitful sleep waking pain repeat
Cisco’s Place (#2 in series)
A high, tight table with a pair of wooden three-legged chairs with flat board backs, tucked into the farthest corner at the other end of the room-length bar, was unoccupied. Eddie and Rosalinda, glancing around the room, saw this location simultaneously and without words glided quietly together across the rough wooden floor littered with sawdust …
Leather and Lizard (#1 in series)
Edward “Fortune” Smith stopped and looked down at his new boots that had cost him a week and a half’s pay at the postal sorting center where he’d been working in the five months since his release. He walked another twenty steps, stopped and renewed his gaze downwards; confirming his initial thought that something was …
A Moment in Time
It never dawned on me, until several years later, that a poignant moment had slipped past me, one that has became a permanent image forever imprinted indelibly onto my consciousness. I was shuffling papers, the mail, doing odds and ends around the house one Fall day, when a knock at the door caught my attention. …
Grown Fast and Hard
Young J.T. Starett frowned, and continued to look around, not impressed with anything or anyone he saw. Today was supposed to be a special day; he came to work with his mother this morning, skipping his seventh grade class with permission. He was excited and edgy after a sugar cereal breakfast and a fitful night …
Ray Goes Boating
Lisa loved sailing. Not necessarily the remarkable power of the wind and the serene image of a bow slicing through waves, mostly it was the other-worldliness of the whole adventure. Just being on the water, floating around in a self-contained capsule, propelled by nature and cruising to a new destination every day is what she …
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