Chan parked in the long driveway of Stenton’s Lurline Drive mansion, behind a beat-up Chevy Deluxe. The rusty car had to … More
Category: #WriterSunday
It’s Odd (Part Two)
It began on a sunny, blue-skyed Monday morning. According to the blind magazine vendor on the ground floor of the Pacific … More
The Dead (350)
It was a good the UH interview happened when it did. Any calls for me now would be to Jerry’s disconnected … More
Safety First (950)
What the hell? I glanced around the room, my heart beating like crazy, my breath coming in sharp, shallow stabs. I thought … More
Let It Snow Part III (500)
Once again my heart rate went up as I carried my Martin guitar through the gate. They passed me along, maybe … More
Wanted (650)
One father loved, one father, well, if not hated, at least not liked. I woke up in a sweat. An old … More
Wanhei (300)
Up through the ‘60s, Wanhei was the wild west of Korea, crime the number-one occupation and murder the number-one pastime. Gangs … More
Suspicion (150)
Victor Yamamoto stared at the note, then eyeballed each of his colleagues. No one said he’d taken the message from … More
The Price (325)
David Chan returned to headquarters. Victor Yamamoto didn’t mention his suspicions about Rudy the barber’s death. He told Chan about the wounded … More
A Safe Place (500)
David Chan’s face twisted in disgust. “Yeah, yeah. I suppose it’s love, but you know how it is with abused women. Lots of … More
Hate Can Motivate (325)
Victor Yamamoto drove the five blocks to headquarters. He passed the open market where he’d grown up helping his father and … More
A Close Call (150)
Who could recommend a barber? Walking out, he saw Rudy’s backup razor on the counter. Maybe he could learn to use it. He … More
A Clearing (HS 151)
If only we could shed grief as our skin does rain.This is not like water. You must go. Go farther down,down … More
Waikīkī My Whole Life
She says, Surely you’re kidding me about Waikīkī.I say, Oh, yes, — no offense — of course . . . … More
Brand New
“The children,” she said, trying to lift her hand, but only able to look their way, nod her head toward … More
Want
May the insignia of the light they cast substantiate me,driving my aim for words written to convey everythingI can glean, … More