I spot her in my passenger sideview mirror. I’m stopped, waiting for a car and a pedestrian to clear. I…
A Blue Christmas Is Certain
No amount of snow – and they have lots of it – can possibly hide every single blue thing in…
An Unsuitable Way for You To End It With Me
I’ve been dumped many times, and one thing I’ll sayis that every time it happens it’s so awfully cliché.I hate…
Driver-less Cars
I sit behind you at the stoplight, and I know you. The light turns green, but your head bows toward…
Seeing Things
“There there there!” says Eddie, pointing through the crack in the curtain. “See what I mean?” I still don’t see…
The Right Question
So I was walking right behind this guy, following him into Longs. Bam. He went directly to the nearest cashier,…
Episode #4 of my third Lt. David Chan Hawai’i-based mystery is now available
Do Us Part
June, they say, is for weddings, and lovers often schedule their exchange of vows accordingly. Some couples may not know…
Something Blue
She brought such joy under each moon, the air quiver of a cricket’s sharp chirp tingling, a pierce of air…
The House of Missing Keys, Part 18
The two finished their drinks without solving the case. They said their goodnights to Rick Tamanaha and the rest of…
Release
In the end, unwound and desperate, the cold head of the match gone dead, you are being drowned in darkness.…
The House of Missing Keys, Part 17
David Chan always sat in the back of the classroom. This wasn’t an indication of his lack of interest in his…
What Dreams May Come
A dream you dreamt.em It’s the one that surprises you at noon the following day. Eating your sandwich or washing…
The House of Missing Keys, Part 16
Here’s my rough draft for today, Monday 05.30.22. The House of Missing Keys, Part 16. Chan watched Mrs. Souza cry…
Memento Mori
He realized relatively young in life that he would die. That knowledge comes to each of us at a different…
The House of Missing Keys, Part 15
Recovering her composure, the woman opened the door and invited the two inside. After the three were seated, Chan began…
Let’s Learn
On the bus we’re headed through the desert for the Red Sea,crossing a staggering, desolate landscape.The heat outside withers you…
Holding On
Our group, struck by the sight of a medusa tree riding astride its monstrous barrow mounded base, myriad tentacle fingers…
Cliché, Not a Cliché?
I don’t think I’ve ever said to someone that something I’ve heard has been refreshing.I’m not sure I know what…
The House of Missing Keys, Part 14
As Chan and Yamamoto waited for the coroner, Hank Lee, to arrive, they sat on the sofa across the coffee…
Lanning Lee 