Stephen R. Wagner's Blog, page 43
January 27, 2015
Story Excerpt#15
I have never enjoyed the business of food preparation. I have never enjoyed the preparation of food, and so I kept it simple in the morning, with a bowl of hemp cereal, a glass of juice, and some vitamins. I was due that morning to meet with The Knights to discuss my prognosis and where […]
January 25, 2015
Story Excerpt#14
Things had progressed too far without a diagram. I keep a thick pad of multicolored construction paper, of a high grade, on hand at all times in my home. Construction paper will never let you down as a reliable medium to build a model or sketch something out on. It has solved crimes and swayed […]
January 20, 2015
Story Excerpt#13
I arrived back at my house after dark and made a cup of chamomile tea with honey. The hood over the stove had an incandescent bulb that cast its light onto the surrounding counters, where it dissipated into darkness. I sat at a small green table in the sun room, by the fish tank, to […]
January 14, 2015
Story Excerpt#12
I made it to the loading dock, by the dumpsters, shortly before four. The whole area was deserted. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was starting to darken. A grayish-yellow light fell on the truck bays, and the alley leading up to them. The green dumpsters and the padding around the bays […]
January 12, 2015
Story Excerpt#11
We covered the verbal aspect of things, and then it was time for The Tortoise to pay a visit to the scene of the crime. He led me into an examining room partway between his office and the nurse’s station, and then stepped out for a moment. I put the contents of my pockets on […]
January 10, 2015
Story Excerpt#10
I made the final approach to the house through the woods that run along the edge of my property. I stood in front of my house, by the road barrier at the end of the street, hidden among the trees, where the dirt and ivy lead down to the ravine that runs behind everything. There’s […]
January 8, 2015
Story Excerpt#9
Handsfull had first dealt with the gang years before when he had a run-in with Lymphatico. Lymphatico had killed Handsfull’s golden retriever over a misplaced order of biscuits. I had read up on the case, and it was clear that the gang was responsible, but they’d intimidated witnesses and nothing came of it. “Hands,” I […]
January 7, 2015
Story Excerpt#8
This is the story of how everything went down. How everything converged. It all started when I woke up alone on a hospital gurney after a bad colonoscopy. The performing physician was nervous talking about what had happened. I don’t think he was used to seeing a younger man so twisted, and he was worried […]
January 6, 2015
Story Excerpt#7
When I am on the motorcycle, I drive it at the maximum speed possible at all times, though I constantly adjust for the conditions and objects around me. If there is a car on the road in front of me, and I am capable of catching up to it, I will make a rapid full-speed […]
