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Chalked: Part 12

Posted on November 27, 2013 by rogermcmanus2013

“What? Are you crazy?!” Johnny’s dad, Officer David Joseph, fumed. “He can’t be doing that!” “Doing what?” the chief asked. “… What did you hear?” “Dead bodies,” David grumbled and then exploded, “You ask permission for him to have a … Continue reading →

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After the Frost

Posted on November 22, 2013 by rogermcmanus2013

I am the gardener, but once I had been the enemy without my knowing it. It’s only on looking back am I able to see the monster I had become. They were two blueberry bushes I’d planted in large pots … Continue reading →

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Chalked: Part 11

Posted on November 21, 2013 by rogermcmanus2013

How Johnny had drawn it, nobody knew. How it looked so real was equally unanswered. It might have appeared as if the Sistine Chapel had lost one of its angels to the cement platform at Lexington Station … if it … Continue reading →

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Chalked: Part 10

Posted on November 13, 2013 by rogermcmanus2013

“Sorry for that, Johnny,” the chief said of his detective. “Barrister’s high and mighty about himself, thinks everyone else is a buffoon, particular about who touches what … but you’ll be fine, Johnny … no worry. You ready?” “… Ready … Continue reading →

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Chalked: Part 9

Posted on November 5, 2013 by rogermcmanus2013

“Didn’t have them turn the train off already?” the chief asked. “Oh … it’s you, chef,” Barrister said, pronouncing it with a hard “ch” like in the “chosen one,” and called him that in reference to a barbecue where the … Continue reading →

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Car Troubles

Posted on November 3, 2013 by rogermcmanus2013

  There was a grey sky vanishing towards all the horizons as I walked out of the store, and crossed the parking lot, headed for my car on that dry but winter day. I had to remember what the car … Continue reading →

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All Hallow’s Eve

Posted on October 31, 2013 by rogermcmanus2013

   Above on a ridge, casting a shadow as the sun went down, like long broken eaves over the town, stood a large, it was supposed, maple tree. Its bark was deeply creviced with high, flaky walls to its furrows … Continue reading →

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Chalked: Part 8

Posted on October 29, 2013 by rogermcmanus2013

The entrance to the crime scene, the weathered and worn cement steps leading down to the subway at Lexington Station, smelling of warm blacktop and a hint of urine, and having signs of stale gum and being spat upon, was … Continue reading →

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Chalked: Part 7

Posted on October 24, 2013 by rogermcmanus2013

Johnny hadn’t moved a muscle in either leg. “I … I can do that,” he said, still ogling at the chief’s crime board as he studiously traced the white outline in the photo with the tip of his finger. “Do what?” “The chalk,” Johnny answered. … Continue reading →

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Surrounded By Cashmere

Posted on October 16, 2013 by rogermcmanus2013

“We’ll leave you some little Vienna sausages to stick the capsules in,” they had told me. The grey of the autumn morning … early morning sky … lingered over the muffled yellows and oranges of the near-Vermont foliage. I was … Continue reading →

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