J. D. King
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January Days
January Days No naughty Elektra complex at work. Concentrating on washing lunchtime's dishes, nursing a cup of coffee, Trixie paid little mind to the countertop radio, the gushing faucet obscuring the noon news. Brrrng! Brrrng! Trixie picked up the wall phone, cradled the receiver between scrunched shoulder and ear while drying a plate. "Hello?" "Trixie! It's Barb! Did you hear?" "Uh, no. I… → Read More
December Days
His room was bare and had one window. || J.D. King → Read More
November Days
"Yes, indeedily, we have m-met," Dashwood managed to say while catching his breath. For a moment he weighed telling her that he'd even navigated a return journey only to find her old property replaced by a collection of A-frames. But he decided to nix the honesty bit, for now at least, lest she see him as a psycho. "I believe it was, oh, just a couple of years ago. I believe I purchased two… → Read More
October Days
It was the second Monday of October and Dashwood Bryant was on his way to his bookshop, taking his usual morning constitutional to savor a smoke and his thoughts. He was thinking, mainly, of last night's dream, a dream that reoccurred, a little differently each time. Differently, but always in a big city, commencing on a crowded avenue until he shunted onto a quiet side street, then down a… → Read More
September Days
Dashwood Bryant closed the door behind him. He didn't lock it because there was no lock to his room. He walked to the end of the hall and down one flight of worn carpeted steps and out the front door that automatically closed and locked behind him with a click. Then down creaky wooden steps onto the sidewalk. His shop, Bryant's Used Books, was a few doors to his right. He took a left and walked… → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 26
Prentice: Chapter 26 Damn the tongue waggers! After reading an article about national living standards, Lolly Buxley, age 10, realized that her family was right down the middle middle-class. Her parents were farm kids, both earned high school diplomas, graduated with honors. Dad manned a desk at Prentice Life & Casualty, Mom was a homemaker. Lolly had a younger sister and a baby brother. The… → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 24
In celebration of her 14th birthday, Roger and Darla dined at Ye Surfside Coach House. It was then and there that Darla announced her plan. "Roger, darlingest, do you know what I'd like to be? I'd like to be mayor of Beachwood. And here is how I think I can do it, no muss, no fuss..." (Old and exclusive Beachwood has its own government within the larger government of Prentice.) Roger wasn't… → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 23
What if? What if? What if? Relax, man! || J.D. King → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 21
But you can't argue with the rich, can you? || J.D. King → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 20
It's like walking on water. → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 19
The eyes of Marjorie Kane were ablaze. || J.D. King → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 18
We were driving south, nearing the Louisiana border, when I first became aware of a car behind us, realized that a distant white Falcon had been in my rearview mirror for a while. How long? Yesterday? Hard to say. A white Falcon is almost invisible. I exited onto an interstate and lost them. That evening we pulled into a Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge. "Mr. and Mrs. Roger Cheshire" booked a room,… → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 17
The sun beat down like an angry bastard. || J.D. King → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 16
Bouquets and kittens and candy canes. || J.D. King → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 15
This is too good to be true. → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 14
She wore a tweed suit of a design that was fashionable a generation ago, a pencil skirt below the knee. || J.D. King → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 13
Prentice: Chapter 13 A rat is a rat because he's a rat. The final product was titled Psycho Lana, a cheapie thrown together by Cinema-International, infamous for lurid and ghastly fare targeted at drive-in movie attendees, a.k.a. imbecilic adolescents, borderline criminals, the random pervert. Like my Laura, Lana was the widow of a soldier who croaked in a training exercise. From there I took… → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 12
I knew that if I played my cards right, I was in. || J.D. King → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 11
Todd Deace stood and held his hands out. The husky man's fingers were like talons. "If I could just get my mitts around the neck of that stinkin' rotten ess oh bee! I'd wring the living heck out of him! He could beg for mercy, for his life, but it wouldn't do no good!" The crowd howled. At the podium, Zeke pounded his gavel to no avail. The Silver Knights were boiling with fury, the atmosphere… → Read More
Prentice: Chapter 10
"Honey, I'm going out for a pack of gum!" "Okay." The day, the entire week really, had been a strain. Dallas and the aftermath. Even today, Thanksgiving, usually such a joyous time, the air was heavy. We sat around the table, polite. Cordial, even. But our hearts were, as Zeke put it, leaden. He struggled to find some good in it, but the best he could do was to remind us that Kennedy was an Ivy… → Read More